But even with no money you could still go to places like the Scotch Club and, you know, John Lennon might be sitting right over there, but I was certainly not a part of any of that circle. I was truly peripheral.

I was still 15 when I met John Lennon at a village fete in Woolton, in Liverpool.

I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.

John Lennon was everything his friends wanted to be, and said everything they wanted to say but wouldn't dare. John Lennon always dared.

At that moment when John Lennon settled his voice on the back of a dove and released it to the world, could he have possibly imagined that all these years later, I would be here in my office imagining us imagining him?

A Muzak version of 'Imagine' comes on and John Lennon wakes up in his tomb, appalled.