It's sad how things devolve, how if you hear just the early part of Freddie and Veronica's story, this romantic romp between a blue-eyed guitarist and knobby-knuckled songstress, you imagine they'll go on forever.

I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.

John Lennon was everything his friends wanted to be, and said everything they wanted to say but wouldn't dare. John Lennon always dared.

At that moment when John Lennon settled his voice on the back of a dove and released it to the world, could he have possibly imagined that all these years later, I would be here in my office imagining us imagining him?

A Muzak version of 'Imagine' comes on and John Lennon wakes up in his tomb, appalled.

One thing I can tell you is you have to be free. Come together, right now, over me.