Sherman’s Lagoon today reminds me of a silly story from my past: my mum finds me upstairs (age of five, maybe?) and says "why have you written your name on the wall of the staircase?". I say "It wasn’t me". She says "Yes it was. 1) your sister is only three and can’t write. 2) you wrote it backwards (M.O.T on the wall with T highest up the stairs), because you wrote it as you came downstairs, one letter at a time." Busted.