:13:06
Liverpool can be a lonely place
on a Saturday night.
:13:09
And this is only Thursday morning.
:13:11
Compared with mylife,
EleanorRigby's was a gay, mad whirl.
:13:14
Nothing ever happens to me.
:13:16
Ifeellike an old,
splintered drumstick.
:13:19
I'd jump into the River Mersey,
but it looks like rain.
:13:25
Nothing ever happens to me.
:14:04
Puss, puss-puss.
Puss, puss, puss. Here, pussy.
:14:10
Here, pussy, pussy, pussy.
Here, pussy, pussy.
:14:25
Ahem, er...
:14:29
Would you believe me if I told you I was
being followed by a yellow submarine?
:14:34
No, I would not.
:14:36
Oh yeah, I didn't think you would.
:14:43
I could have sworn
there was a yellow submarine.
:14:46
But that isn't logical, is it?
:14:48
It must have been one ofthem
unidentified flying cupcakes
:14:51
or a figment of my imagination.
:14:54
But I don't have an imagination.