One of the images lingering in my mind from 1967, and the three months I spent hanging around the Beatles as they made Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, is of Hitler, standing in a corner, alone and forlorn.

It was at the photoshoot for the album cover. Before we left Paul’s house, he’d asked me to bring along any interesting-looking objects from his home that might help decorate the set. He had a Magritte over his mantelpiece, too big to carry, so I picked up a little silvery Sputnik-looking statue, some award they had been given. In the Flood Street studio, I plonked it down in the middle of the word Beatles, the one spelt out with flowers. Look carefully at the cover and