Trouble is, the man is rediculously shy of the media. Getting to grips with John Constantine is like trying to nail down a shadow. As far as journos are concerned, he seems to present a surface as impenetrable as the hulls of alien saucers in the 1950s space movies - the astounding and amazing knowledge and experience is locked firmly inside. The first thing your intrepid scribe learned, on setting out in pursuit of this shy beast, was that everyone who has had anythig to do with John Constantine has an opinion. They either love him or hate him - but, you better believe it, this boy makes an impression.
Lets go back a couple of weeks.
His question, though, stays with me. It would be, I think, intriguing and possibly profitable to find out. However, before I can negotiate the throng, she delivers to Constantine's jaw a right-jab that could have put out the lights of a city block. Ya sick, Constantine. She is gone in a creaking flurry of plastic and red hair.