Once you're a chess player, you spend a lot of time thinking about the game and you can't get it completely out of your head.
I remember wearing overcoats, hiding in the bushes outside of Abbey Road Studios, waiting for the traffic to clear. As it did, we would drop our overcoats and run out on to the cross walk and strike our poses.
I was probably the one who tattled on the class clown. To get in good with the teachers.

