Imogen has no hair, then...

Watching this (Youtubery) brought me back to the 90s. Not just the fond memory of an America before it went all green and "MERRKA SMASH!!" on us, but also the memory of an assembly held at one of my old schools as an inauguration for our new chaplain. This was back in '94 and on the agenda was a special item presented by the school choir - a rendition of Mr Lennon's imaginary sort-of-hymn.

It was a smart choice - a tune simple enough for even the most awkward of pubescent voices to carry in the midst of 30 others of similar timbre along with lyrics of a mildly radical sentiment bound to be received with grey nods of approval from aging baby-boomer staff members.

Except there's that bit where the listener is asked to not only imagine no country (what would Johnny Cash say?) but also: "and no religion, too."

As an audience member with a passing familiarity with Mr Lennon's body of work, I was waiting to hear a group of kids tell the chaplain what to do with her calling.... in song. However, our music teacher was a dear sweet soul whose intentions were essentially, good. Having anticipated the possible effrontery posed by the lyrics, he applied some judicious editing...

And so the line sung by our children came out as, "and no more fighting, too."

(which in turn reminds me of Mr Lennon himself applying some retrospective political correctness. In later years he would sing of "a brotherhood and sisterhood of man". Um, sisterhood of man?)

Incidentally, Mr Lennon would have been 67 years old two days ago.

Imagine that.