HAT was it like being Bernie Taupin, the self deprecating half of the Elton John songwriting partnership? Eventful, apparently. “At one time or another,” Taupin writes in , “I’d sat up until dawn watching old movies with Boz Scaggs, thrown out Chevy Chase for playing my piano and being a total dick, and watched Timothy Leary spend the best part of the evening talking to my jukebox. On one occasion, the wonderful English actor John Hurt stood on my coffee table reciting the gravedigger scene from using a
