We all like a good ear-worm, don’t we chums? This is my current one, it goes round and round in my head, particularly when I wake up in the small hours and am trying to get back to sleep. Drives me nuts, so I thought I’d share the pain.

So the story goes its author, piper Gordon Duncan, woke up one morning with the tune in his head after a heavy night on the sauce. He tried it out on his friends, none of whom recognised it, so he decided he must have written it in his sleep. Bit like Macca and Scrambled Eggs, I guess.

When our little band plays it at our care home gigs, the old folk tend to go into a trance – those who aren’t already asleep, that is. We go into a bit of a trance too.

Any other earworms?