The travels of Brammers, part 7b

[blamebrampton]

I forgot the best part of my poor transport decision yesterday! It meant that I needed to catch the District Line out to Richmond, and two buskers jumped on around Sloane Square. Irish Steve played that Irish instrument that looks like a cross between a lute and a ukelele and I know it like the back of my hand, but you try crossing brain damage with sleep deprivation and see how many nouns it leaves you. English Ben had a fiddle, and the two of them proceeded to play a reel, a waltz and a jig.

When it came to the jig, Steve said 'And now comes the part you've been dreading, when I walk among you and ask that you put a little coin into the bag here. Now don't feel you have to, though if you do we'll love you. And if we're making you nervous, or you don't deal very well with social interactions, just look the other way and pretend you haven't a clue what's going on, in which case, I empathise.'

They left with all my silver, and worth every penny.

Comments

Irish instrument

[ewen]

Bouzouki?

Buskers actually getting onto public transport and travelling a few stops was one of the things I liked about Europe public transport (although in at least some of the countries I'm told it's technically illegal). At its best it's a lovely way to pass the time and you get to hear more than a few seconds as you walk past. And at its worst, it's only a handful of stops.

Ewen

[anthraxia.livejournal.com]

Mandolin?

[deensey.livejournal.com]

That sounds just lovely and a joy.