Buried in the middle of Jane Mayer's long and compelling report in the New Yorker of interrogation techniques that may or may not be being employed at Guantanamo Bay (by the end of which you will be, if you are not already, unsure as to exactly who are the good guys and who are the bad guys in this "war" - and, if American doctors turn out to have been involved in monitoring levels of torture so as to make sure detainees almost, but don't quite, die, then heaven help us all) is the fascinating insight that one of the methods of don't-call-it-torture that has been found to be most effective is the playing of Yoko Ono records.
Memo to my future captors: if you keep me in a confined space and put Eric Carmen's "All By Myself" on an endless loop, I have no doubt that I will, before it gets to the third repeat, be inventing all kinds of classified Australian military secrets.
