In my late teens, during the long Summer holidays from university, I spent one Summer working on a rifle range in a fairground. Directly opposite was one of those gloomy halls which contained dozens of "bandits" and a jukebox. All the girls used to go in and put sixpence in the jukebox and they all seemed to select the same song!! Cliff Richard singing "Living Doll"... I'm sure I do not need to say any more....However, I have wonderful memories of the daydream I used to have of the perpetrator standing before me while I wielded a rifle. In my dream state I used to try to determine the best note on which to pull the trigger!!