I got up this morning and did the usual routine of dressing, making tea and stoking the pipe.
I sat down and realised I had an earworm.
Now the thing that was so strange about this was that the tune that was chasing itself around my skull was “My Way” by Sinatra. I hate Sinatra’s singing. I always have done. I hate Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Andy Williams and any other in that genre of ‘crooning’. And for the record, I also hate Elvis Presley. If you have any problem with that then tough. Live with it.
So why the fuck was Sinatra groaning his way through my cranium? I hadn’t switched on the radio so I just don’t know how it got there. It was horrible.
They say that the best cure for an earworm is to blast it with some decent music. I dived into my wee collection, picked a tune at random and played it at full volume. That did the truck. It banished Sinatra to wherever he should be [wherever that is..]
It was at this point that strangeness piled itself upon strangeness. I had picked the song entirely at random and it was only half way through it that I realised how appropriate it was.