Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me
Pattie Boyd, Penny Junor
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For the first time, rock music’s most famous muse tells her incredible story
Pattie Boyd, former wife of both George Harrison and Eric Clapton, finally breaks a forty-year silence and tells the story of how she found herself bound to two of the most addictive, promiscuous musical geniuses of the twentieth century and became the most legendary muse in the history of rock and roll. The woman who inspired Harrison’s song “Something” and Clapton’s anthem “Layla,” Pattie Boyd has written a book that is rich and raw, funny and heartbreaking–and totally honest.
eight-bedroom Edwardian house called Gosmore, in Hadley Wood, Hertfordshire. And I moved schools again. Later I discovered that my sudden departure from St. Agnes and St. Michael had led to rumors that I had been expelled. Nothing so glamorous: I wasn’t nearly naughty enough for that. So my mother had to go through the usual last-minute panic of sewing name tapes onto the new uniform, and I had the trauma of that first day at a new school, getting to know a new building, a new routine, and having
had no idea I was bringing George home, and when we popped our heads around the bedroom door, I’m not sure which of them got more of a fright. He wasn’t impressed by our choice of music. We played him “My Boy Lollipop” by the Jamaican artist Millie Small, which we both thought was great. He couldn’t believe we liked such an awful song. Whether it was our choice of music or the cramped conditions, George didn’t like coming to the flat and he told me to look for somewhere bigger for Mary and me to
furious. Alfie, his driver, brought it down overnight. To complete the fiasco, Paula and Andy were so drunk that they missed the ceremony. “Return to find lunacy inspired by Eric with Pete Townshend and Graham Bell [another musician],” is what I wrote in my diary about the following day. I arrived home in the evening to find them all locked in conversation. I made some soup, which we ate amid forced jollity, then Eric took me aside and pleaded with me once more to leave George. We were alone
end of me…Please come home, where you belong. I promise I won’t let you down again.—I love you— El xxx Despite my holiday I was still feeling wobbly and confused about what I wanted and where I was going. There had been so many letters, phone calls, and red roses that I couldn’t just turn my back on him when he clearly loved and needed me so much. I was so mixed up and tearful that I didn’t know what to think. Then he rang and asked me to go to Israel with him. I agreed, and we flew to Eilat.
O’Leary, the kind, gentle giant who looked after Eric. They were on tour in America, and when I finally got through to his hotel room and heard his friendly Cockney voice, I was so overcome with grief I couldn’t speak. I sat holding the phone to my face sobbing helplessly, unable to say a word. Eventually I had to put the phone down. Years later he said to me, “Did you phone me while I was on that tour?” I was so embarrassed that I said, “No, no, it wasn’t me.” One day my mother came to see me