John Lennon's acerbic wit was always a bit sour for my taste, and these sets of scribblings are full of weird and wearisome word games, ugly drawings and irritating doggerel verses: "I call my budgie Jeffrey/My grandad's name's the same/I call him after grandad/Who had a feathered brain". Imagine singing that: makes you glad there was a McCartney in Lennon/McCartney, doesn't it?
