Beatle John..

I fell in love with John Lennon at the ripe old age of 9.

Most teenagers girls had crushes on various idols, but he was really the only one that set my heart beating fast.

I remember exactly where i was when i read of his death. I cried silently all that day, the tears trickling down the back of my throat as I didn’t want people to know how upset I was.

I loved his irreverence, his humour, his passion for nonsense.

He was not perfect by any means. I think he was often self-serving and cruel to those he loved. But he was different, and he had many gifts that set him apart from the crowd. This world is a richer place because he lived in it. I regret he was killed when he was as it seemed he had become artistically productive again, and who knows what he would have thrilled us with had he survived.

And so, to an exerpt from “In his own write”, a collection of some of his dibbles and dabbles and scribbly scrabbles (this is my favourite of them):

Deaf Ted, Danoota (and me)

Thorg hilly gove and burly ive,
Big dalyes grass and tree
WE clobber ever gallup
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.

Never shall we partly stray,
Fast stirrup all we three
Fight the battle mighty sword
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.

With faithful frog beside us,
Big mighty club are we
The battle scab and frisky dyke
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.

We fight the baddy baddies,
For colour race and cree
For Negro Jew and Bernie
Deaf TEd, Danoota, and me.
Thorg Billy grows and Burnley ten,
And Aston Villa three
We clobber every gallup
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.

So if you hear a wonderous sight,
Am blutter or at sea,
Remember whom the mighty say
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me –
(sometimes we bring our friend, Malcolm.)

Love it, it is just complete nonsense, but it makes perfect sense to me :wink:
and the bit right at the end… in the book there is a cartoon style drawing he did to go with it, and malcolm is a tiny wee dot of a thing.