John Lennon

I remember that morning lying in bed in the dark with a little light on radio one playing while I forced myself to wake up.  I used to turn my radio on and put my make up on before I got up as it gave me an extra 10 minutes in bed.   This particular morning I remember hearing the announcement that John Lennon has been shot dead in New York, a place I could only dream of visiting then.  I had family there but had never visited.  I remember feeling so shocked, mascara brush frozen in mid stroke while the terrible news filtered into my brain.  The radio then played several of his songs, one being imagine my ultimate favourite.  This day is as clear now as it was then and one I will never forget.