It is the way of things that on the anniversaries of the death of
important world figures there are calls for those alive when it occurred to
recall where they were at the time they heard about it. Most recently this occurred
with the 50th anniversary of the assassination of JFK (I was in a
dormitory in a [much loathed] boarding school at York), and it’ll probably
happen with Nelson Mandela’s death (I was watching TV at home last Thursday
evening).
Today
is the 33rd anniversary of the assassination of John Lennon. Because it
happened in the evening in New York, which is five hours behind the UK, it was
the middle of the night here so, like most people in the UK, it was the
following morning when I heard. I was living in Shepherd’s Bush in London with
my girlfriend Jenny who’d risen before me on the morning of Tuesday, December
9, 1980. She was listening to the radio when she heard the news and she came
rushing into the bedroom to wake me. At first I didn’t believe her, then when I
heard the radio it sunk in. I was quite numb. I threw on a few clothes and went
out and bought some newspapers. Jenny went off to work but I didn’t go out all
morning. I just sat there listening to the radio. One or two friends called me,
including Michael Watts, my former MM colleague, who that evening appeared on
Newsnight talking about John. At lunchtime I went to the Anglesea Arms pub
across the road for lunch and sat on my own. Two men at the bar were discussing
John’s murder and I felt like telling them that I knew him once. Then I didn’t
because I figured they wouldn’t believe me.
I
learned of George’s death from a front page story in the Guardian written by
another former MM colleague, Richard Williams, and the following day took the
family to Abbey Road, stopping on the way to buy some flowers which we left in
a vase on the studio steps. Olivia had drawn a picture of George, copied from
his image in Yellow Submarine, and underneath written ‘Gently Weeping’. I learned
later from my friend Keith Badman, a mega Beatles expert, that ITV news had
focussed on a picture of George from Yellow Sub at the close of their report
that night. Keith had taped it, and he sent me a copy. Yes, it was Olivia’s
card.
RIP
John and George.
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