EXCLUSIVERadio legend Johnnie Walkers heartbreaking final interview. He reveals why hes not afraid of death as his wife joins him for a touching bittersweet farewell

Legendary broadcaster Johnnie Walker is ready to die.


Legendary broadcaster Johnnie Walker is ready to die. Sometimes I go to bed and think, It would be nice, really, if this is the night I go, he says.

The terminally ill DJ, who has been a joyous presence in so many of our lives for more than half a century, was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis five years ago.

It is a rare, progressive illness that scars the lungs and increasingly robs him of breath.

He hasnt left his home in Shaftesbury, Dorset, since January when his health deteriorated at a terrifying rate or, as his funny, fearless wife Tiggy puts it, he fell off a cliff.

He was so desperately ill, few thought hed survive the spring. Tiggy, who loves her husband of 21 years deeply, is very glad he did but hopes he wont suffer for too long.

Johnnie Walker hasnt left his home in Dorset since January when his health deteriorated at a terrifying rate or, as his funny, fearless wife Tiggy puts it, he fell off a cliff

Johnnie Walker hasnt left his home in Dorset since January when his health deteriorated at a terrifying rate or, as his funny, fearless wife Tiggy puts it, he fell off a cliff

Johnnie, 79, is now wheelchair-bound, relying on oxygen from a machine and on Tiggy to care for him night and day. It is an exhausting, soul-destroying business. Johnnie cannot bathe or dress himself. Conversation is difficult and eating is hard.

Im very conscious of how tough this is for Tiggy so I need to get out of the way and let her get on with her life, says Johnnie.

Im not worried about dying. I have an unshakeable belief in an after-life. I think its a beautiful place. Unless youve done some awful things down here, I dont think theres anything to fear.

What I am a little bit frightened of is what the end will be like when youre fighting for breath. It doesnt sound a very nice way to go.

Astonishingly, Johnnie tells me this in the sort of matter-of-fact way you might talk about the weather.

I first met Johnnie in 2003 at the Monaco Grand Prix, where we were with a mutual friend. Days earlier, he had been diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma yet he carried this secret throughout that wonderful weekend, not telling a soul until he shared the shocking news with his BBC Radio 2 listeners five days later.

Johnnie, as Tiggy says, doesnt like a fuss.

Indeed, last Sunday when he revealed on his Sounds of the 70s show that hed made the difficult decision to bring the career he loves to an end, he made the poignant announcement after reading out a letter from a listener whose father had passed away with the same disease and played The Rolling Stones track, Miss You.

Walker in 1971. Now 79, he is wheelchair-bound, relying on oxygen from a machine and on Tiggy to care for him night and day

Walker in 1971. Now 79, he is wheelchair-bound, relying on oxygen from a machine and on Tiggy to care for him night and day

Its a bit of a bugger, he says with a shrug. I had a chat with a consultant earlier this year. He said he couldnt tell me how long Ive got. He said, You might go next week, you might go in a couple of weeks or you might just burble on for another six months. And that seems to be what Ive done – sorry about that, Tigs.

Johnnie sits in a motorised wheelchair as we talk, a canula in his nose feeding him oxygen. They now live in a bungalow into which they moved shortly before his health deteriorated this year. Tiggy misses their Georgian town house terribly, telling me she hates it here.

Johnnie loves it, she says. In our old house, every time he walked up the stairs he had to sit down for ages and recover before he could do anything.

I knew the time had come to find somewhere with a bedroom and bathroom downstairs. Its a completely different way of living.

I think this house has enabled him to live longer because hes so happy here. He can get to his den when he records his shows. But its getting so hard for him to get out of bed – the amount of shows hes done in his pyjamas.

Johnnie, whose love of music led him to join pirate station Radio Caroline in the Sixties before moving to Radio 1 in 1969 where he pioneered the likes of Steve Harley, Lou Reed, Fleetwood Mac and The Eagles, is one of the countrys best-loved DJs.

So much so, the postman is forever at their door with letters and cards wishing him well – from music legends such as Sir Elton John, as well as from loyal listeners whove tuned into his shows throughout the decades. The address on one of the envelopes reads, Johnnie Walker MBE, Broadcaster Extraordinaire, Shaftesbury, Dorset.

The postman is forever at their door with letters and cards wishing him well. The address on one simply reads, ¿Johnnie Walker MBE, Broadcaster Extraordinaire, Shaftesbury, Dorset¿

The postman is forever at their door with letters and cards wishing him well. The address on one simply reads, Johnnie Walker MBE, Broadcaster Extraordinaire, Shaftesbury, Dorset

It will be a huge wrench to hang up my headphones, he says. I feel quite a connection with my listeners because of the passing years.

I get emails from people who say, I was with you when you were on Radio Caroline, so were talking 58 years ago.

Imagine what weve been through together. We connected up every weekend and that comes to an end. I feel a great sadness.

But I didnt want to reach a point where the BBC was going to say, Johnnie, we dont think youre well enough. Your breathlessness is affecting the show too much. Id rather it was my decision.

It just seemed to be the right time because it was getting increasingly challenging to record my shows. As you can tell now, as Im trying to speak, I get breathless quite easily.

Johnnies breathing is laboured. Its a hugely sad thing to see – or would be were it not for his and Tiggys laugh-out-loud humour. When she replaces the canula in his nose, she jokes: It used to be coke in the old days, now its oxygen! Johnnie is a wild boy, isnt he? Hes a rock n roller.

It was so funny, the vicar was here on Saturday to give us communion. We only usually go to church at Christmas but we both believe in God.

Tiggy and Johnnie. ¿It will be a huge wrench to hang up my headphones,¿ he says

Tiggy and Johnnie. It will be a huge wrench to hang up my headphones, he says

There was no sermon, no hymns, just a short service and the forgiveness of sins. Afterwards Johnnie said, You havent got any. But him . . . She throws her head back and laughs.

The vicar also said, We pray Johnnie will keep going as long as possible. Its not what he wants and its not what I want. I dont want him to degenerate into somebody who cant move out of bed.

When I came back in after seeing her out, Johnnie said, Bet you werent praying for that. I went, Youre damn right I wasnt.

Honestly, once hes finished his shows at the end of October [Johnnie will broadcast his final Sounds of the 70s on October 27] if somebody comes here and doesnt realise theyve got Covid and gives it to him, he wont mind.

Johnnie nods: Ive got a palliative nurse who says that, very often, what finishes people off is they catch an infection that goes to the chest. We want to open the doors and invite everybody in whos got an infection. The sooner it happens the better as far as Tigs is concerned.

Tiggy takes his arm. Thats not entirely true, she says.

Tiggy has been on edge for the best part of this year. Every morning I go in to his room and the first thing I do is see if hes breathing – every morning without fail. Sometimes its more intense than others because he goes up and down.

Johnnies love of music led him to join pirate station Radio Caroline in the Sixties. He is pictured here with Robbie Dale

Johnnies love of music led him to join pirate station Radio Caroline in the Sixties. He is pictured here with Robbie Dale

Johnnie turns to her with such a look of love on his face. It doesnt feel like its near yet, he says gently. I think Ill know when its near. Tiggys eyes begin to fill with tears. She blinks them away, furiously.

Sometimes I get so anxious about that moment. When will it be? How will it be? How will I be? Will it be ghastly for him? Will it be ghastly for us?

Sometimes I just want that moment done. The dilemma of this time is that you love the person, but you hate the situation and the situation is only going to end when the person is gone, so you have that fight with yourself.

Even though we joke about it, its going to be horrible. She puts her hand over his. I cant believe you wont ever be around.

I wont be leaving you, Johnnie tells her. Ill still be able to connect with you.

You sense you can almost reach out and touch the love he has for her, it is such a tangible thing.

Youve got the most beautiful blue eyes. Has anybody ever told you that? he says to the wife he put every ounce of his being into supporting during her own battle with a particularly aggressive form of breast cancer a decade ago.

Wellwishers have included pop legend Sir Elton John

Wellwishers have included pop legend Sir Elton John

I came across a photograph of you the other day with your hair just recovering after cancer. You look so beautiful. I remember when I helped you shave your head and I said, Sinead OConnor has got nothing on you. You look fantastic. You did. You do.

Tiggy tells me she bawled her eyes out for three months when Johnnies health deteriorated in January. She was put on anti-depressants in March.

Johnnie gets to hear my darkest thoughts and hes very good about coping with them, she says. Hes quite an old soul but sometimes its just all so overwhelming. I get so crushed and exhausted carrying everything.

For the first two months of this year I bawled my head off every single day because I was in shock. I was tired. I thought Johnnie was about to die.

Johnnies condition worsened after he went to London on New Years Eve to do a live show.

He pushed himself too much, she says. He did a great show but I could see he was losing it because he was saying the wrong things. I knew he wasnt getting enough oxygen. Im glad he did it because hes a broadcaster. That was his true love. But, as I drove us home I started crying. I said, Johnnie, we will never come to London together again. This is you saying goodbye to London now. I knew it.

The next day they went to friends for lunch. Johnnie sat with a coat on and shivered throughout the meal. He went downhill rapidly and, as Tiggy says, the house was just awash with nurses and doctors and respiratory people and wheelchairs.

Life changed irrevocably.

And we no longer share a bedroom, says Tiggy. Its very sad but the oxygen machine is really noisy. It would be like sleeping in a milking parlour. Im such a bad sleeper and you cannot care without sleep.

Every now and then hell go, I wish I was in your bed, and I say, Come into my bed. Well put the machine outside.

Johnnie in his Jaguar in the 1960s

Johnnie in his Jaguar in the 1960s

Weve tried it a couple of times but now his bedroom is his world and he has all these bits around him that he wants. So, he lasts about half an hour and says, Now Im going back to my room.

A marriage – love – is many different things and you have to accept the phases that youre in. As a carer you become more of a mummy figure.

Its not the same as when you first met and youre like rabbits. It probably helps being old now and postmenopausal. Sex isnt a total necessity for me to keep going, but gentleness and intimacy and hugging and kindness and love are.

You can have moments of intimacy. Ill lie on Johnnys bed and well have a hug.

Johnnie has wheeled himself outside to have a cigarette. He began smoking six weeks ago. Its one of his few pleasures. Tiggy is vehemently anti-smoking but now thinks, What the hell?.

Its his greatest joy to go out there in the morning and sit with a fag. You cant blame him. Ive always been anti-cigarettes but now hes going to go anyway. She shrugs. Hes not getting kicks in any other ways because hes stuck within these four walls.

If he wants to have a glass of wine or a G&T and a bowl of crisps – even though youre standing there cooking healthy stuff – what the hell? Whatever he wants, whatever is going to make him happy.

Tiggy, who worked as a producer before marrying Johnnie, tells me she plays tennis and does yoga to keep hold of her sanity. She is also writing a book about their years together and producing a short film. This morning she was on a recce, which has invigorated her.

I think Johnnie wants to release me from this caring journey, she says. He feels very bad because he sees how exhausted I am and how I have to keep juggling and fitting my stuff around him.

He also knows the minute he goes . . . Well, he says: Itll be your turn, Tiggy. Itll be your turn and youll fly.

But hes my best friend. I will miss the life we have together – the silly little jokes we share. Even the food in the cupboard will be very different. There wont be bags of lentil crisps or popcorn and things like that. Itll be just very lonely.

Tiggy doesnt truly know how she will cope without Johnnie.

Two months ago I went to see a film in Salisbury and cried because Johnnie wasnt with me. Every now and then it gets you when youre out. You just do something or you see somewhere, and you go, God, when we last went there we had no idea that was the last time.

She holds her fist to her chest. Its a physical thing. A little stab that brings a tear to your eye. I try not to cry in front of Johnnie because thats just too much to lay on him but yes, I have been grieving the other life weve had together.

Both deeply believe in an afterlife. It gives me strength knowing this isnt the end, she says. We feel we have lived our lives together before. When I met Johnnie, I knew him – really knew him, down to his soul.

Johnnie feels the same. Sometimes he says, I wonder if well live together again.

As if on cue, Johnnie wheels himself back into the open plan kitchen with views across the fields. He believes when he goes to the other side his spirit will float upwards. Tiggy thinks there will be lots of music playing.

But before that, however, he will broadcast his final show.

I obviously want to make it the best I can, he says. I thought about maybe going through the Seventies chronologically and picking some of my favourite records from over the years. What Im struggling with is, whats the last record going to be? Im giving some thought to that.

And when he finally hangs up his headphones?

I suppose part of my last words on air will be, Bye, bye he says.

He intends to be funny, but none of us laughs. We simply cant.

Источник: Daily Online

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