December 8, 1980

I remember it clearly. I'm sat on the floor upstairs in front of our old black and white TV. It's early December and it's dark outside. I'm watching football. The phone rings and it's my grandfather. "Did you hear the news?" "What news?" "John Lennon shot dead." That's all the conversation was. I gave the phone to my mum 'cos I was shaky but unsure what was going on. I was 12 and learning how to play guitar. It still cuts. Deep.