I’ve been humming “Do you know the way to San Jose?” to myself since my last jigsaw puzzle session.
It was a big hit for Dionne Warwick back in the late sixties, another of Burt Bacharach’s ouvre of fabulousness. I say ‘humming to myself’ but actually I’ve been catching myself singing it out loud at work. Now I need to find some other earworm to replace it with. My surgeon today is playing solid gold hits of the eighties so there’s bound to be something catchy in there.
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Turns out my surgeon has his own ear worm he’s trying to get rid of: ‘Scarborough Fair’, which is surely worse – at least mine’s from within human memory.