But the word on the street was that Constantine was the steward and had set him up for the film crew - hypnotized him or something. Yeah, I hear you. You're eighties people. You're young and hungry, you don't want to hear about some has-been hippie who pulled a few stunts, back when dinosaurs still lived in Hyde Park. But there's more to this guy than stunts - a lot more.
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.