Took the train to Ludlow for a busk while Martin’s Antiques and Flea Market is on. (Bless him: he dropped a coin in the hat). Train turned out to be a sicky bus (Arriva were fixing the rails) from the Valleys who found his way on Satnav.
For heavens sake: he only had to ask the way. Alternatively Arriva could have booked a local coach driver.
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Travelled up with Max – him left outside All Saints, Hereford. We divied up the sites and he did front of house by the charity shop while I did The Passage. We both like The Passage because passers-by have to pass close by and are more likely to dip into their pockets.
Max is trying to raise the dosh to go to India with (or was it to join?) his girlfriend.
Saw him again today in Hereford.
- How did you do Sunday? I ask.
His reply impressed me.
Now I know you’re curious too. You want to know: how much did he earn? Thing is, you stand in one place long enough, playing good music and nice people drop 50p or a quid in your hat. Max did four hours. FOUR HOURS!
I’ve decided to stop counting the contents of the hat.
Like Dave said (previous blog): “Don’t think about the money. Think about the music.”
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