I really don’t remember whether or not I invited any of the band to the wedding. Why not? I’m a total bastard, I suppose – I don’t know, really. Maybe it was because the group was breaking up. We were all pissed off with each other. We certainly weren’t a gang any more. That was the thing. Once a group’s broken up like that, that’s it.Paul
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In May 1968 Linda turned up at a press conference being given by Paul and John at a New York hotel.
‘I managed to slip him my phone number,’ she recalled later. ‘He rang me up and told me they were leaving that evening, but he’d like it if I was able to travel out to the airport with him and John. So I went out in their limousine, sandwiched between Paul and John.’
Having received Paul’s message, she’d taken the first available flight from New York to LA. ‘So immediately, Paul got me to clear away all the birds, and just locked himself in the room with her,’ says Bramwell.
Paul and Linda spent the day together on a motor boat, drinking champagne, eating bacon sandwiches, getting stoned and canoodling.
Then Paul said to Linda, ‘We’re going on to this next club called the Speakeasy. Do you want to come?’ And if she’d said ‘no’ I wouldn’t have ended up marrying her. She said, ‘Yeah, all right.’ So we went on to the Speakeasy, and it was the first time any of us had ever heard A Whiter Shade Of Pale. We all thought it was Stevie Winwood. It turned out to be the group with a very strange name – Procol Harum.
That was the first time we ever met – and then we met on and off, because I would see her if I went to New York or if she was in London.
At wedding day, McCartney's brother Michael and The Beatles' assistant Mal Evans acted as witnesses.
Mike McCartney's train broke down during his journey from Birmingham to London, and he arrived an hour late. Although he presumed the wedding would have finished, he took the waiting limousine to the registry office, where he found huge crowds of weeping fans. Inside Paul and Linda were waiting for him to arrive.