Me with John, Paul and George after completing our debut LP "Sergeant Finkelstein's Barmitzvah Party". Unlike most things I have done, this album didn't take off so we drifted apart. The other three lads met up with some guy called Ringo and did quite well by all accounts, I think they became estate agents or something.

You never forget your first gun and this is a picture of mine. I still have it to this day and keep it stashed under my trolley just in case

The Iranian Embassy Seige, and a chance to see me and Benny in action for a change. The whole episode was triggered by the embassy staff's refusal to pay for an extra box of Milk Tray which we swore blind they added to their order.

The repercussions of this event can still be felt by the Iranians to this day as one of the immediate sanctions we took was to suspend not only deliveries of Milk Tray, but of Pepsi Max too. Just to show how serious we are, they also have to pay 2p extra for every Bagel from the Brick Lane Bagel Bake. No wonder their country is now skint...serves them right.

Now here's a rare picture, I've been caught in my part time job as the Israeli Air Force. It's a little known fact that I only do this for select weekends and Bank Holidays, and those bloody Arab countries still haven't twigged. That's probably because the Air Force use blow up models of me in this pose during the week, and the dopey Arabs must think the Israeli's are on high alert.