I have a huge picture in my living room of me, at around eight years old, meeting the Beatles. What I remember most about it, besides meeting these boys I was crazy about, was that I kept trying to lose my dad.
In 2001, when it became evident that George was not going to live, a friend said to him, "this will be the most exciting chapter of your life." After years of speculation about the moment of death, we knew the spectre of disembodiment was actually imminent.
This 63-year-old feature looked almost as if it had been shot last week. I was intensely aware of Moira Shearer's heavy make-up and could literally see Anton Walbrook's pores. It was fascinating, hypnotic, but also more than a little distracting.