My search for photos and stories of fans who met the Beatles in person led me to this wonderful little story of two teenage fans who knocked on John's door at Kenwood and met him. The description of what John is wearing totally fit into the photos which have been somewhat of a mystery to fans.... Do you think they were taken by the girls in this story??
It was a top journalist who said the words in 1967 that made, and left such a lasting impression on mad Beatle fans Norma and myself: "It is now easier to get an audience with the Queen than to interview the Beatles." The gauntlet was well and truly thrown down. I remember saying to Norma: "So what is it to be, the Queen or John Lennon?" No reply required. We worked very hard gathering clues as to John's whereabouts, but we were so determined. Then suddenly, fate must have been on our side, when Norma spotted an article in a national newspaper with a map of the St John's Wood area in Weybridge, indicating where the stars lived. We couldn't believe our luck. We travelled three times to the area. The first, we found the house, the second we spotted John in front of the house on the hill, and the third...........
We made up our minds. Two teenage girls, one 16 one 17 truly on a mission. This time would be it. This time we wouldn't leave without meeting John. And this time, we walked boldly up the long and winding drive to the door. I knocked. We expected nothing. I knocked again - and the door slowly opened. A lady politely asked what we wanted. Pretty obvious really, but I made up something about us being representatives of a student's union newspaper and would like to give our readers the biggest surprise of their lives. The lady told us to wait and returned after what seemed an endless wait to say: "Yes, John will be pleased to see you, could you come back in about an hour?" I spluttered a thank you, and we floated off down the drive. Out of site of the house, we started blabbering the most incredible rubbish at each other, what would we say, can it be true, don't faint. But in that hour, we managed to contain ourselves by saying that it was probably not going to happen, so when we returned, and were asked into the house, we were a little calmer.
We were taken through to a room which opened on to a big terrace with a pool, and there, sitting cross-legged on a sofa, was John. Wearing a black and white striped T-shirt and purple velvet trousers, he greeted us with: "Come in, sit down, sit anywhere." The room was decorated with strange pictures and wall hangings, and in one corner was the famous white piano. We explained how hard we had tried to meet him, and he said: "There you see, you only had to knock on me door!" We couldn't take our eyes off of him, and I struggled to speak at first, but after a while he began to ask about us. What were our ambitions, which Beatles songs were our favourites, where were we from. We talked about everything from the state of the world to music and fashion. At one point, John tried to phone Paul McCartney to set up a meeting with him, but unfortunately he wasn't there to answer.
Norma mentioned that I played the piano, and John tried hard to get me to play. I just couldn't with my shaky fingers, but managed to plink a few notes on the famous piano. He asked if we'd like to use the swimming pool, then we all laughed when we noticed there was no water in it. John said it was so refreshing to meet us: "real people not the crazy ones I usually get to hang out with." We shared tea with him and must have been chatting for about 2 hours, when the housekeeper arrived (she had been in and out keeping an eye on us) and said we should go, as John was tired. "No, I'm not", he protested. But I felt it was right to leave then. As we said goodbye, he told us we should come back again, any time. Every time we hear those words, my friend and I wonder and wonder why we didn't. That will remain a mystery forever.
When John died, our grief was tempered with that beautiful memory. And we both went on to fulfill the ambitions that we had told John about. I became a music journalist, and Norma developed artistic craft work. I'm sure he would have been proud of the two girls who achieved the ultimate ambition on that day in July 1967.