God songs from school, they stick in your head. Askew, but they stick.
I saw a bass clef today and it took me two hours to remember what it was. For a goodly while I thought it was a rest. Then I thought, no, it's a fermata; then I thought, well whatever it is, it looks familiar. When I did remember, I was horrified. Fancy not recognising a bass clef. In my very feeble defence it wasn't in context, it was a tattoo on the nape of someone's neck.
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