I was in London when John Lennon was shot exactly 30 years ago this evening. I was there to do a GQ interview with Peter O’Toole, for a piece about his performance in The Stunt Man. I was crashing on a couch in some guy’s apartment in Stockwell, adjacent to Brixton, and was woken up with the news on the morning of December 9th. I’d had a few pints hours earlier and was on the groggy side. “Holy shit,” I remember saying. “Really?”