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"[80] MARTY FOSTER. Security Service (Retired). Extract: At the Sharp End. My life in Intelligence. Early 69 I got a call from a man called Lindsay-Hogg who wanted a hidden camera in the reception of Apple at Savile Row. Now two days I could have done it properly. I did as best I could, but it was a big bloody box on the desk. George Martin comes in and clocks it straight away, and he’s just grinning. Outright laughing at it. What a farrago. I decided to go up top and just and watch the band. After that they were all very happy, so I got talking to George Martin. He was still chuckling away about that camera set-up, ‘wouldn’t fool anyone’ – all that. So I told him... See it wasn’t the first time our paths had crossed. “I did some work at EMI in ’62,” I said. “The boss there didn’t quite trust the producers. Wanted to keep an eye on the auditions. Did you know there was a fake side on your control desk? George over there was right. That tie was bloody awful.”"