Hey. I was just chortling over some of those posts above when I realised I wrote them myself. Crikey! Strange as I have no memory whatsoever of doing so. I especially like the bit about the field recording of the young Beetles (sic) fan weeping as she listens to a radio broadcast of Revolution Number 9, though these days I'd have her (so to speke) in her tiny bedroom on a council estate in Bootle, sobbing into her souvenir John Lennon pillow circa 1964.