It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.

The telephone was not his favorite object, and more than once he had considered getting rid of his. What he disliked most of all was its tyranny. Not only did it have the power to interrupt him against his will, but inevitably he would give in to its command.

Someone invented the telephone, And interrupted a nation's slumber, Ringing wrong but similar numbers

Someone like John would want to end the Beatle period and start the Yoko period. He wouldn't like either to interfere with the other.

We know his name, address and telephone number.

Hopefully, we'll use him three or four times. There is nothing wrong with his arm. It was just dead the other day.