I think I’m genuinely John’s reincarnate. The first memory I had after being in inside my mum [or some kind of cocoon nonetheless] was seeing the ‘Free As A Bird’ music video, Whenever I saw The Beatles, I’d have a strange sinking feeling until one day a documentary about then came on BBC Four when I was 13 & I felt deja vu for the first time ever. Like I’d been there. Like it clicked. Around this time [without knowing how J died] I kept being paranoid of being shot in the back. Rest is history.