My kitchen comrade was writing a musical/sceenplay about Michael Jackson traveling through time to molest himself. It would be called "Man in the Mirror".

Uh, no, see, I asked for the deluxe quarter pounder with cheese. I didn't say anything about meals.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp-OPJa7Tms

I have one of these except it’s the memory of reading the SAS Survival Handbook round another kid’s house (which is interesting because my parents and teachers thought I couldn’t read at that level).