[ FYI, Watch That Page is a service that provides links via email to any changes that happen on the pages I indicate. That's the only way I'm able to ascertain if Mersey Beat has updated anything, because Bill doesn't announce changes anywhere on his homepage. ]
Once in a blue moon Bill mentions something about Brian Epstein that I hadn't heard before -- although you gotta take what he says with a grain of salt because he and Eppy had a like/dislike relationship -- or he relates an anecdote that's interesting -- or even shows a pic that he says has never been published. (So far, I've only seen two of Brian -- HERE and HERE (scroll down) -- and the image resolution and size were not very impressive. However, hope burns eternal in the somewhat ample breast of the Eppylover, so she keeps monitoring.)
An index to most of his Beatle-related articles is at: Mersey Beatles. Also hard to navigate.
Bill's site also has plenty of pics -- Beatles and otherwise -- however, you cannot find them. They're not under the "Beatles" heading dropdown under "Photographs" at all. You have to either click on every link you can find to every article you can find, or use Google's Image Search and type in site:www.triumphpc.com. If you put a space and then beatle or beatles you get some of the pics he may have of the boys. It's quite frustrating.
Today's Watch That Page provided a link to an update:
This article was mostly about George and his sense of humour. Here's a small sample:
When the Beatles were in Washington in February 1964, local disc jockey Carroll James was interviewing them when George said to him, "I wanna be a baggy sweeger." "A baggy sweeger?" asked James, wondering what George was talking about. "Oh yeah," said the Beatle, "You know, in every town there's twenty-five baggy sweegers and every morning they get up and go out to the airport and baggy sweeger all around."
In 1965, during the Beatles tour of America, a chartered aircraft developed engine trouble and was replaced by an old plane that was to fly them to the West Coast. Noting the worn fittings in the interior, a worried George asked a stewardess about a dusty coil of rope on a rack. "It's an escape ladder," she said. "How long is it?" asked George. "about 12 feet, I guess," she replied. "I take it we shall fly to California at a steady 13 feet all the way then," said George.
When discussing their appearance in Holland, George asked Paul if he remembered the house they stayed in at Harlech. Paul couldn't. George told him, "Yes, you do! There was a woman who had a dog with no legs. She used to take it out in the morning for a slide."