COME TOGETHER

DANNY BOYLE WAS ALWAYS JOHNI FNNON. Aged eight, living in Bury and still sharing a room with his younger sisters, they would gather under the covers pretending to be The Beatles and he would demand to be the enigmatic one. “I remember my dad having the seven-inches,” he says wistfully, asked where it all began with him and The Beatles. “They were always there in the house.”

Which would make Richard Curtis our Paul McCartney, the charming one. Seeing his hero up on the balcony at the premiere of is still one the moments of his life. “I was branded very young,” Curtis confesses. Aged seven, living in Stockholm, he and his older sisters endured freezing temperatures outside the band’s hotel to catch a glimpse of their heroes on a three-day visit in 1963. “Every Christmas or birthday I would hope for one of their records,” he recalls happily. “They have always been at the centre of the music I love, but