I’m fascinated by conspiracy theories. When I was young, I used to get suckered into believing them from time to time. The first one I paid attention to was about the Beatles, how Paul McCartney, according to the story, had died in a car crash and the rest of the band had covered it up by replacing him with a lookalike. My friends and I used to pore over all the so-called clues on the album covers. It was exciting to think there was a truth out there that had been hidden and we were part of the recovery.