You must have been in the Octupus' Garden. You probably arrived there on a yellow submarine.

Did you enter through a turnstyle where you met a girl with kaleidoscope eyes?

What an amazing story! But I just discerned how you got into their studio. Surely you came in through the bathroom window!

Did they have a funeral for those chaps from Liverpool? Lots of lonely hearts' clubs after they parted ways, or . . . parted waves of pop music history.

This is a fascinating magical mystery tour to an ancient timezone. Sunday's on the phone to Tulin; Tulin's on the Web to me, oh yeah!

Whatever happened to Billy Shears?