Jack Penate, him with the legs what move like nothing you’ve ever seen, they’re great those legs. This tune’s alright too; nice and jingly jangly, backed by a bit of ska, he’s all Pete Doherty and Jamie T like with his cocky-ness but without Pete’s opium addled Thomas De Quincy romanticism and T’s who-does-he-think-he-is wide-boy act.

Instead, he’s kind of sweet, yearning after England’s capital and his home like a lost lover: “I miss you and I love you… You’re not my girl, you’re my town.” Plus, this clever little ode kicks in after a gentle start at around the forty-five second mark which everyone will love because, ya know, that’s when he does the leg thing. What a ragamuffin.