>The empty bottle piled up near the bar, the conversations

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>The empty bottle piled up near the bar, the conversations grew louder, the laughter more boisterous. Then Cavern Club DJ Bob Wooler, glass in hand, edged over to John and made a crack about the guitarist's recnt trip to Spain with Brian. "Oh, it wasn't a joke," the lawyer Rex Makin says with a chuckle. "It was an oberture. Bob was gay. It was definitely an overture." Maybe Wooler was drunk. He certainly didn't realize how drunk John was, or how violent he could be when he'd been drinking. John punched Wooler in the eye hard enough to knock him down, then set to kicking him, cracking his ribs with the sharp toes of his Beatle boots. The tall, solidly built Billy J. Kramer swooped in to pull the white-faced, screaming John off the prone and gasping disc jockey, then brian Epstein joined in to help scrape Wooler off the ground and take him to the hospital. But John was still drunk and, it seems, even more belligerent, so when he saw an attractive woman talking to some members of the Fourmost, he stalked over and grabbed her breast. She slapped him, and in a flash John had deckde her, too, and was just rearing back to kick her when Hatton stepped in to pull him away.