Those of a certain generation (i.e. before day-time TV, the British Army of the Rhine, and when Sunday lunch was a family affair) have a distant memory of peeling spuds to the BBC Light Programme, and Two-Way Family Favourites.
Which is why I was reading Doctor Faustus, but my ear-worm chimed in with this:
For my eye had just scanned:
If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so cosequently die:
Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,
What will be, shall be?
It took Jay Livingston and Ray Evans to clean it up for the 1956 remake of Hitchcock’s The Man Who Knew Too Much.
However, there are times when I feel my mind makes too many unnecessary connections.