Kay Buckby

Look at this photograph. It’s 1968. The man carrying this little boy on his shoulders is not his father. His father has just left. Left his mother. Left their home. Left for another life. And the man who showed up — who drove 45 minutes across London just to check on a 5-year-old boy whose world had suddenly fallen apart — is holding him steady with both hands while the child laughs at the top of his lungs. That drive would inspire the best-selling Beatles single of all time. The boy’s name was Julian Lennon. And he has never quite known how to feel about it. Julian Charles John Lennon was born on April 8, 1963. Four days earlier, The Beatles had released their first album. His father, John Lennon, was becoming one of the most famous people on Earth. From the beginning, music came first. The touring. The recording. The chaos. The fame. Julian came after all of it. Paul McCartney, however, had known Julian since he was a baby. He watched him grow up while the world around the Beatles became louder and stranger and harder to survive. Then, in May 1968, John told Cynthia Lennon their marriage was over. He had fallen in love with Yoko Ono. Cynthia later said she came home from vacation and found Yoko already there. Just like that, the family was broken apart. Julian was five years old. Paul McCartney decided to drive out to see Cynthia and Julian. No cameras. No publicity. No grand gesture. Just a friend showing up because a little boy was hurting. And during that drive, Paul started humming. “Hey Jules… don’t make it bad…” Later, he changed “Jules” to “Jude.” The song became “Hey Jude.” Released in August 1968, it spent nine weeks at No. 1 in America, sold millions of copies, and became the biggest-selling Beatles single in history. But for Julian Lennon, the song carried two truths at once. To the world, it became comfort. To him, it became memory. A reminder that his father had walked away. And that another man had stepped in long enough to help carry the weight. Years later, Julian admitted he has a “love-hate relationship” with the song. Because every stadium singalong… Every radio replay… Every well-meaning person saying “Your song!”… Also brings him back to that moment when his childhood changed forever. Yet even through all the complicated feelings, one thing never changed: He never forgot that Paul showed up. Not because he had to. Not because it benefited him. But because a child needed kindness. Look at the photograph one more time. A little boy laughing with his whole body. A man holding him securely on his shoulders. Two hands making sure he doesn’t fall. Julian doesn’t know yet about the divorce. About the fame. About the legal battles. About inheritance disputes. About the strange burden of having your pain turned into one of the most famous songs ever written. Right now, he only knows one thing: Someone came. And sometimes, for a child, that is everything.

MrPitbull07's tweet photo. Look at this photograph.

It’s 1968.

The man carrying this little boy on his shoulders is not his father.

His father has just left.

Left his mother.
Left their home.
Left for another life.

And the man who showed up — who drove 45 minutes across London just to check on a 5-year-old boy whose world had suddenly fallen apart — is holding him steady with both hands while the child laughs at the top of his lungs.

That drive would inspire the best-selling Beatles single of all time.

The boy’s name was Julian Lennon.

And he has never quite known how to feel about it.

Julian Charles John Lennon was born on April 8, 1963.

Four days earlier, The Beatles had released their first album.

His father, John Lennon, was becoming one of the most famous people on Earth.

From the beginning, music came first.

The touring.
The recording.
The chaos.
The fame.

Julian came after all of it.

Paul McCartney, however, had known Julian since he was a baby. He watched him grow up while the world around the Beatles became louder and stranger and harder to survive.

Then, in May 1968, John told Cynthia Lennon their marriage was over.

He had fallen in love with Yoko Ono.

Cynthia later said she came home from vacation and found Yoko already there.

Just like that, the family was broken apart.

Julian was five years old.

Paul McCartney decided to drive out to see Cynthia and Julian.

No cameras.
No publicity.
No grand gesture.

Just a friend showing up because a little boy was hurting.

And during that drive, Paul started humming.

“Hey Jules… don’t make it bad…”

Later, he changed “Jules” to “Jude.”

The song became “Hey Jude.”

Released in August 1968, it spent nine weeks at No. 1 in America, sold millions of copies, and became the biggest-selling Beatles single in history.

But for Julian Lennon, the song carried two truths at once.

To the world, it became comfort.
To him, it became memory.

A reminder that his father had walked away.

And that another man had stepped in long enough to help carry the weight.

Years later, Julian admitted he has a “love-hate relationship” with the song.

Because every stadium singalong…
Every radio replay…
Every well-meaning person saying “Your song!”…

Also brings him back to that moment when his childhood changed forever.

Yet even through all the complicated feelings, one thing never changed:

He never forgot that Paul showed up.

Not because he had to.
Not because it benefited him.

But because a child needed kindness.

Look at the photograph one more time.

A little boy laughing with his whole body.
A man holding him securely on his shoulders.
Two hands making sure he doesn’t fall.

Julian doesn’t know yet about the divorce.
About the fame.
About the legal battles.
About inheritance disputes.
About the strange burden of having your pain turned into one of the most famous songs ever written.

Right now, he only knows one thing:

Someone came.

And sometimes, for a child, that is everything.

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Kay Buckby @Kaybuckby

1 day ago

@Le_Crapaud47 Sad but true, it seems.

Kay Buckby @Kaybuckby

4 days ago

@Suffragent_ It is so upsetting.

Kay Buckby @Kaybuckby

4 days ago

@GlamBecks21 A

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4 days ago

@LeeHarris 😳

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The Spectator @spectator

4 days ago

I see that the people who took the knee and tore down statues after a man was killed 4,000 miles away from Britain are now yelping 'Don't politicise Henry Nowak's death'. The same leftists who poured onto the streets to rage over the death of George Floyd are barking at the rest of us not to rage over the death of young Henry. 'Don't stir up tensions', says an activist class which in that heady summer of 2020 happily hurled missiles at British cops and danced like Taliban-lite loons on a monument to a slave trader they'd just toppled. Fear of the masses is in the air. You can almost smell the establishment dread that the wrong sort of people are about to hit the streets – not graduate leftists in keffiyehs but gammon-hued blokes in white t-shirts. The front page of Wednesday’s Independent is a classic of this fretful genre. ‘Family’s plea for calm ignored’, wails the headline over a photo of the protest in Southampton. But the people in the pic are perfectly calm. It’s just rows of mournful folk carrying the England flag. Are you okay, Independent? The Guardian, too, seems consumed by foreboding. It says there are ‘fears’ that ‘the populist right’ will ‘whip up racist resentment’. Demagoguery is always the chief dread of the bourgeois left, given their view of the little people as a coiled spring of bovine fury that might be unsprung at any minute. The Guardian blasts Farage for calling for ‘pure, cold rage’ in response to Nowak’s death. It’s a complaint that would carry more weight if the Guardian hadn’t published pieces in the wake of Floyd’s death saying ‘We need the rage that abolished slavery’. ✍️ Brendan O’Neill Article | https://t.co/ACdwYqk5R0

spectator's tweet photo. I see that the people who took the knee and tore down statues after a man was killed 4,000 miles away from Britain are now yelping 'Don't politicise Henry Nowak's death'. The same leftists who poured onto the streets to rage over the death of George Floyd are barking at the rest of us not to rage over the death of young Henry.

'Don't stir up tensions', says an activist class which in that heady summer of 2020 happily hurled missiles at British cops and danced like Taliban-lite loons on a monument to a slave trader they'd just toppled.

Fear of the masses is in the air. You can almost smell the establishment dread that the wrong sort of people are about to hit the streets – not graduate leftists in keffiyehs but gammon-hued blokes in white t-shirts.

The front page of Wednesday’s Independent is a classic of this fretful genre. ‘Family’s plea for calm ignored’, wails the headline over a photo of the protest in Southampton. But the people in the pic are perfectly calm. It’s just rows of mournful folk carrying the England flag. Are you okay, Independent?

The Guardian, too, seems consumed by foreboding. It says there are ‘fears’ that ‘the populist right’ will ‘whip up racist resentment’. Demagoguery is always the chief dread of the bourgeois left, given their view of the little people as a coiled spring of bovine fury that might be unsprung at any minute.

The Guardian blasts Farage for calling for ‘pure, cold rage’ in response to Nowak’s death. It’s a complaint that would carry more weight if the Guardian hadn’t published pieces in the wake of Floyd’s death saying ‘We need the rage that abolished slavery’.

✍️ Brendan O’Neill

Article | https://t.co/ACdwYqk5R0

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Kay Buckby @Kaybuckby

4 days ago

@BasilTheGreat @elonmusk Yep. He can go lower.

Kay Buckby @Kaybuckby

5 days ago

@hull_restore He is the worst Prime Minister in my lifetime. Our nation is lost!

Kay Buckby @Kaybuckby

5 days ago

@DaveKent101 Good question.

Kay Buckby @Kaybuckby

6 days ago

@Banksycat Oh my! This young lad, with everything to live for. Murdered. Read his rights as he was dying. “He says he’s been stabbed. I don’t think he has!” . RIP 🙏🏻