"As a hint to the press, he told us not to arrive at Cavendish Avenue before 9 a.m. But, at 7 a.m., the first reporter and photographer had arrived. Mr. McCartney and Miss Eastman, with Heather, aged six, arrived at Marylebone's register office shortly before 10 a.m. and entered the office, in the town hall, by a side door, to foil the press and enthusiasts. About three hundred of them, nearly half of them from newspapers and television, waited for hours in the cold, driving rain. While the wedding party was inside the building, the teenagers made their presence felt. A group of girls, who had pledged their lives to Paul, and were feeling a sense of betrayal, ran through the Beatles' repertoire more than once. They wistfully, "How I long for yesterday," and frequently sang their own words, "Oh, Paul, we love you," to a Beatles tune.
"A dozen policemen tried to fend off teenagers, outstretched hands and microphones, as the couple made their way to the car. A rubbish bin went flying, feet were trampled, the teenagers screamed shrilly and poor Heather, looking bewildered, was carried in the arms of a policeman. For two girls, it was no less than the end of the world, as they broke down and screamed hysterically, inconsolable. He received the press treatment befitting his status, and was speeded on his way by the teams of young supporters who loved him to the last. Linda was wearing a daffodil-yellow coat over a fawn dress, and looked very pretty. Paul was wearing a dark-grey suit with a white shirt and a yellow tie."