Green Park

I never want to hear Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" again. No, I'll rephrase that: I don't need to hear Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" again. I'm done. I've heard every single variation on it, every version, a different chord arrangement, done fast, done slow; I've heard it. I don't need to hear it again. And I certainly don't need to hear it played on an acoustic guitar on a train in Italy at nine in the morning. (Here are some other songs I do not ever need to hear again: Robbie Williams' "Angels", Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline", literally anything by Billy Joel. I know you're probably adding "Don't Look Back In Anger" to that list but I have a very fond memory of spontaneously singing that with a coach of students in 1995 as we headed back from a night out at Manhattan's, Southport, and so I can never really hate it).The point is I was not in the mood for a metro busker, though, if I'm honest, I never am. She strolled up and down the train, warbling "Hallelujah", trying to catch our…