Slip up in church

We’re midway through this pagan festival with Christmas caroling out of the way and twelfth night still to come.  (Both caroling and wassailing once constituted a form of busking and usually included a request for alms or some form of refreshment.)

At Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve in Hoarwithy Church, Herefordshire our village quire erefordshire our village quire sang an unusual version of While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks By Night. Unfortunately one of the basses (me) forgets to repeat the chorus and the whole performance grinds briefly to a halt. Tut-tut from the congregation.

Where's London's street music?

Took a couple of long walks through the city last week, Lambeth to Kings Cross, Kings Cross to South Kensington, maybe ten miles of the city pavements.

Admiring the architecture especially the Michelin building in Fulham Road with the pneumatic Bibendum and car chase tiles like this.
Savouring the Christmas air in St James and Hyde Parks.
But where are the street musicians? There was ghastly canned music playing on the South Bank Christmas Market. But that was about it.
Tut tut.