Over the past few days I’ve found myself missing busking.
I never really expected to miss it, because when you’re trying to make rent on a London flat by busking in the snow in February it loses most of its glamour and excitement. But it can be a lot of fun, and although you’re unlikely to make all your necessary money that way, it can provide a little bit of extra income. (more…)
On Saturday, my ukulele and I went to Brighton for the day. I hadn’t busked there in at least a year (probably longer), and I’d never done it with a ukulele. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it went OK.
A few years ago I had no money. I’d just started working for myself, all the books and blogs I’d read had told me I’d have no money at first, I’d taken that in, but I hadn’t quite realised just how much no money I’d have.
Great grammar, scar.