One afternoon I was sitting with John Lennon in the kitchen at his Tittenhurst Park home in Berkshire when he asked me if I’d written his obituary yet. It was 1970, and amused at the very idea of an obituary when neither of us had reached 30, I replied that I hadn’t. John grinned: “I’d love to read it when you do.” So I promised I’d show it to him if I ever did it. Connolly in 1970, wearing a T-shirt Lennon had designed for friendsI’d still not got around to it when, a decade later, on December 9, 1980, I was woken by a phone call at 4.30 in the morning. My first thought was that it must be the taxi company phoning about the cab that was to take me to Heathrow to…

Source: The Times December 09, 2018 00:11 UTC