I spent the summer of 1970 in New Jersey, and discovered a singer, and a sound that knocked me off my feet. I bought the album Your Song in Manhattan, and believed the artist was American. But no, Elton John was born in Pinner, north west London, which accounts for his subsequent love and patronage of Watford football club.
Elton John has raised millions of pounds to eradicate AIDS, and is probably the best known gay musician in the world. He played at Lady Diana’s funeral in July 2007, when I remember my oldest boy Jonathan got up in the middle of the night before the funeral in order to dress in a suit and travel to central London to stand in Hyde Park, to salute the passing funeral cortège, not due until some hours later. Well done Jonathan, for you bad farewell to a woman who played a significant part in highlighting the plight of the poorest people in the world.
A wonderful woman.
I remember that I was travelling on the tube around that time, and the aroma in central London was so floral, as thousands brought bouquets to lay outside Diana’s home at Kensington Palace.
Many memories of Elton John are of his rendition of Candle in the Wind at Westminster Abbey, but mine is from Billy Elliot, a ditty called “Merry Christmas Margaret Thatcher”
The lady is failing now, but by gum she did a lot of damage in her middle age, destroying many mining communities.