The Joy of Busking
Well having completed Module One of my Basic Book-Keeping course, I was told the folder for Purchase and Sales Ledger had not yet arrived for us trainee accountants. I must admit I did feel rather the tedium of numbers falling upon me and so walked home only to be met by a busker friend of mine. He's a good chap and is planning to go to India as he usually does for the winter. Quite a few people in Brighton do that. Busking on your own is a bit lonely and not really particularly entertaining for anyone. Together we sang Johnny Cash's 'Folsom Prison Blues' and The Smiths 'Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want', which clearly went down a storm because by the end of the session we had made two pence.
Still, we're not in it for the money, right? Two homeless men walked by, one holding a guitar and sang along to Johnny Cash as we sung. We decided we should move on when a Big Issue seller called John from YMCA got to his pitch. We're not so poor, you see, so it would be a bit nasty to drag custom from him. Perhaps he and I could do more of it, maybe an hour a day. Maybe we'll get some more buskers involved over time and start the busking orchestra with the homeless I always wanted to start. May not be a money spinner but it might witness to the Gospel more than getting a record deal ever could. Doubtless we'd all end up in prison and sing Johnny Cash there.