The night I tried to make money out of John Lennon's Death....

A little piece I wrote a while back for the New Statesman but here you go

One of the most heartfelt letters I have ever written was to ask for the body part of a drummer.

I desperately wanted Ringo Starr’s tonsils when he had them out, to keep in a jar by my bed.

I didn’t really know what tonsils were but my “uncle” Peter had taken me to see the Beatles. N…