I first saw McCartney in a shop in Jermyn Street, St James's. A chemist to the gentry... and me and Paul.
Christmas was coming; time to splash out on my wife's favourite fragrance, Dior Dior, which I'd introduced her to the Christmas before.
I took no notice of the person standing next to me as I asked for Dior Dior, until he turned and spoke to me.
"Good choice" came the gentle Liverpudlian compliment. I noticed he was holding the same perfume as me.
"Thank you" I replied, suddenly realising with whom I shared the same taste.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!