An early memory is of holding a stick in my hand and telling [my little brother] Colin to pick up a wasp I could see stuck in the crack between some paving stones and delighting in the howls that followed. I am told I also tried to feed him with a petrol capsule — the sort used to fill lighters. It looked like a miniature baby’s bottle, so I pushed it into his mouth and the poor little thing had burns all over his lips. I don’t remember that episode but I do remember trying to kill him by burying him in the sandpit in the garden. Luckily my mother noticed in the nick of time and rescued him. — Pattie Boyd in her book, Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me (read for free)
