A Levin cousin of the late John Lennon this week kindly shared memories of the time they met one afternoon during The Beatles' tour of New Zealand in June, 1964.
It was one of those strange experiences, interviewing a close relative of someone so famous. It made the world seem small to realise John Lennon had family who lived down the road.
There's no reason why he shouldn't, of course, but it just seemed a little strange when the realisation hit that a mythical figure like Lennon was actually a real person. Flesh and blood. With family, aunts, uncles and cousins.
It brought back another memory. Back in the day, at intermediate school, a teacher gave us a project to copy down the lyrics to a song, any song, as a study of popular music.
Flicking through the parents' record collection at home, there was a cloudy grey album with a man wearing round spectacles that used to get played a lot.