Ken Mansfield and George Harrison (1968)By the time I landed in London, dropped my luggage off at a

Ken Mansfield and George Harrison (1968)By the time I landed in London, dropped my luggage off at a hotel near the Apple offices, and walked into the building, it was already early evening and I was fried. It was as if I hadn’t stopped from the moment I got the call until I stepped into an upstairs meeting room at Apple. I hadn’t slept well on the plane and was virtually days into the clothes I was wearing when I walked in.I remember that when I finally came to a full stop, all energy drained out of me, and all I could do was lean against a desk and hang on with my hands at my side clutching the front edge of the desk. I could barely keep my eyes open while my whole body just wanted to shut down! I hadn’t seen the Magical Mystery Tour film yet [it had up to this point received very limited theatrical release in the United States, and these were the days before VHS tapes and DVDs], and they were racking up a 16mm copy of the film for my review and pleasure. People were coming in and out of the room and, upon seeing me there, would give me a pat and a “hi,” ask a question or two, and then carry on like I had just walked in from across the street. We were all used to rolling in and out of each other’s lives on both continents, and I don’t think it ever crossed their minds that I had just spent about eighteen hours in motion getting to that point in that room and that I was totally exhausted. I got away with one or two word answers and started getting queasy and unsure of being able to stand up.[…] The ever-present admonition from the president of Capitol Industries always started its rounds in my head at an amplified level in moments like these: “Ken, when it comes to the Beatles, there is no margin for error. Keep it together at all times.” Fine - he wasn’t the one staying up for days and eating bad food for a living. To make matters worse, George Harrison entered the room and walked straight over to where I was standing and started a full conversation with me.George: Hey, Ken, how ya doin? Me: Fine. George: Ya just get in? Me: Yeah. George: Whuja think of the film so far? Me: Cool.I was fading and panicking and holding on for dear life at this point when all of a sudden George squared off directly in front of me, put his hand on my shoulder, put his face really close to mine, and whispered so no one else could hear: “Come on, mate, I am taking you to your hotel and putting you to bed.” With that, he quietly led me out of the building and took me to my hotel, helped me to my room, and actually sat me on the edge of the bed and pulled off my shoes. With the assurance that I could manage the rest, he told me to get some rest and that all business matters could wait until the next day.One thing that was a little rough about working with Apple was the fact that with four bosses you could get into quite a spin when caught in the middle of some divergent creative juices and melodic dreams. On the other side of that ha'penny coin was the fact that if one of the Beatles took you on and covered, cared, or sanctioned you, then you had no worries. George did just that. He saw how beat I was. He knew my situation, and he instinctively knew he had to give me a break.I didn’t even hear the door slam when he left the hotel room. I was already in dreamland.- Ken Mansfield(former US manager of Apple Records), The White Book -- source link

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