Your life has no direction. You run around and around and around, passing through many of London’s tourist attractions, mainline stations and interchanges: as a result you are often overrun by tourists and accordion players. It takes you an hour to do one 14-mile round trip, passing through 27 stations. You are bright, cosmopolitan, and somewhat jaded, and you like accordion music.

You know, I do like accordian music! (No comment on other similarities.)