We dropped into this young streetperformer, a fine musician who took awhile to prepare himself I thought. Sitting inside a bank I could look outside the window. He looked at his watch a lot of times, so I thought maybe his companion might join him. But it was actually exactly two o’ clock when he started to sing.

I gave him my card so he would be able to trace his track through the magical lines of the internet. I asked his name but forgot a moment later. Phil I think. It’s still a nice way to work I think; totally DIY.

Thanks Phil Busker for cheering up the day.