Me. Whenever I busk at Cathedral Green I always get a coffee (decaf flat white if you’re interested) at The Plant Cafe. These are the good guys in life, amazing coffee who gives a crap loo roll and a selection of ‘lady products’ in the loo and AMAZING looking food.
Anyway, I drank my coffee and chatted with a few of the locals. One guy had been a guitarist and then suffered brain injury so was struggling to play. I felt sad for him as it must be awful to be so changed by something and so suddenly.
After a while more people were about so I started to play. It was already really hot. I had dressed for autumn but it was hot hot hot! One song in I’d taken off my cold weather gear and was playing in my vest; no longer as smart as I wanted to be but needs must.
Time passes quickly when I’m playing and by the time I’d finished I was famished. I always say I’m going to get something to eat from the nice cafe after playing but I never do; not until today. Oh my! I have been missing out. It was a toss up between the beetroot red onion and Brie or the sweet potato, ginger, coconut and dhal. The latter won…. As Arnie says, I’ll be back