Based on the last photo of Sir James Paul McCartney
(1966), and the various photos of Mr. William
Sheppard or Billy Shears or Faul or...etc... The one
before plastic surgery is that mirror printed at the
bottom-left of a "White Album" poster page.
(For those who still don't understand, this is
the REAL, the TRUE, the ONE and ONLY James Paul
36 Years Ago.
Sunday 11th September 1966, Evening Brian and Paul
were returning from their trip in good spirits. It
had been a wonderful time. After John's notorious
phrase which had instigated the storm in the world
against the Beatles and the turmoil over the
"butcher album" cover, everything seemed to have
returned back to a normal routine.
The last photo of "The Beatles"
And Paul had had a sudden burst of extraordinary
creativity over a very short period of time, perhaps
as a reaction to all that had happened. It had been
a typically seasonal rainy day.
At a semaphore stop a van suddenly cut across the
street, blocking the car Brian and Paul were in. The
car didn't quite stop in time and hit the van, but
not seriously enough to do any real damage. They
expected to discuss what had happened with the
occupants of the other vehicle but instead men
dressed in black appeared from the van and grabbe
Brian, Paul and one of the girls who happened to be
with them at the time and forced them into another
car that had turned up in the meantime. The second
girl who was with them, however, had the presence of
mind to run away. The morning afterwards, not
knowing what had happened, we tried to call Brianand
Paul but strangely we couldn't get hold of them. We
retraced their steps through our common friends but
nobody had seen or heard from them. We were on the
telephone all day.
And then the next day the police phoned to tell us
that they had a girl with them confirming that Brian
and Paul had been kidnapped. Ringo was the first one
to arrive where the kidnapping had taken place; the
vehicles were empty. The girl told us what had
happened. We began to panic. John became hysterical
and we didn't know what to think or what to do. But
we were able to suppress the story from the
Wednesday newspapers thanks to some acquaintances of
ours. We had directly contacted the intelligence
service who understood the gravity of the situation
and the social ramifications if word got out. They
told us that they would take care of everything. All
we had to do was to continue our daily routine and
keep all our previously appointed business
engagements. We waited for the kidnappers to contact
us, a ransom demand of some sort. Time passed and
nothing happened. As more days passed, our
It was the Tuesday of the following week when we
received the call, but not the one we had been
waiting for. We were called out in order to identify
Paul's body. At the time John was in Paris and
George was in India. They immediately returned home.
Paul was found at the foot of a hill, a little
distance from a white Volkswagen.
The photo of the hill and the car
The place where the corpse was found
( from the "White Album" poster )
He was in a ghastly state. He had been dead for a
while and beasts had begun to eat at him; his lips
looked as if they had been torn by some animal, the
left side of his face had also been torn to pieces
and the whole of his right ear had been bitten off.