For your earworming pleasure

Ellen - this is the song.



I've had this stuck in my head ever since I stepped onto the platform at Paddington on Thursday night on our way to iKnit. Still, could have been worse. Not that that's a not a great song too but I find the Kinks much more relaxing, especially at rush hour.

I would have sung/hummed/whistled the song for Ellen (whose knowledge of musical works based on the London terminii is a little patchy) at the time but whilst passing on your earworm to one person is forgivable, passing it onto a whole platformful of commuters is liable to get you mobbed.