If there's something that never fails to fill our hearts with unbridled joy, especially in this glorious, summer sunshine when we're out and about mooching, it is the sound of music, especially in the guise of a one of several buskers that frequent the town for our delectation ....... and yesterday was no exception for Eric (formally known as Nigel).
He said that he was already pretty buoyed up after a successful shopping mission with new socks, pants and a t-shirt duly purchased, along with some meringue nests and strawberries, at Darrell's behest, so that we could have Eton Mess for pudding later in the day, however he said the calming and evocative music was just the icing on the cake.
It was as if he was floating on air with the emotion of the music and well, it would have been rude not to show his appreciation, throwing caution to the wind, with a little gentle swaying and a few classy (????) dance steps. Who cared what anyone else thought as they went about their business? Then he popped a few spare coins in the gentleman's hat as a thank you ........ CDs, I believe were available for the princely sum of £10.
It has also given Eric a nugget of any idea for a few more such uplifting posts ....... to wit "Music from the Streets of Evesham", adding that if they caught on they could even go all vital! What on earth is he like?
2 comments:
Looking good, Nigel. Smoother than Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, Gene Kelly and Cyd Charisse, combined. You float like a butterfly, but don't sting like a bee.
Oh my son used to busk in his teens. They had a great fun and people were very generous to them in money terms. Such happy memories. One guy came off a cruise ship and gave them a £50 note .
You go Eric. JantheFan x
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