Morning muzak

OK. So. I’m back, free of the shackles of auntdom. There’s a limit to how long a small child can hold my attention. Back to London and to life. Stumbling off the tube and into Brixton station this morning, my senses were assaulted by the ‘classical’ muzak that they play in the station. Apparently the idea is that it will calm us restless natives down, reducing our desire to commit violent crime and send us on our way into the world feeling altogether more peaceful and ready to face the day. According to the London Underground website it is also “aimed at youths, mainly young teenagers who hang about at stations. The science seems to be that the music is unfamiliar to them and also that it's considered uncool.”

That’s as may be. All I can say is that the sound of Pachelbel’s Canon at 9am (or at any time of the day or night) is enough to whip me up into a frenzy of murderous madness. I’m going to write in and ask them to change to something more conducive to a day stuck in an office, starting with Dolly Parton singing 9 to 5. All other suggestions gratefully received.