Oh don't ask why

Walking through Jodenbreestraat a few days back, a gypsy trio (accordion, double bass, violin) were doing 'Mac the Knife'.

And so I walked along the Amstel River, smiling to myself, humming Kurt Weill tunes.

My mobile beeps. It's B., in London: 'The pub keeps playing Bowie's version of Moon of Alabama.'

We're haunted.