Car-tune

There’s a busker I see regularly.  She plays a guitar and sings.  In a fashion.  And by ‘a fashion’, I mean one utterly lacking in style and taste.  It’s sometimes melodious screaming.  Fortunately, most of it is so high pitched it’s above the range of human hearing and I’m rarely carrying cut-glass but I suspect that on the street above, stray dogs are trying dig their way through the tarmac.  It’s her appearance that most amazes me.  She looks as though she’s been drawn by a three-year old - pencil thin with triangular mini skirt, sticks for limbs protruding at the most unlikely of angles, a frizz of black hair and eyelashes so thick and heavy I’m surprised she doesn’t topple over.  She’s a live cartoon character.  Worth every button I drop into her guitar case.

Comments

[dombles]

hey c, just dropping by to say i was put onto this blog a while ago by ione and really enjoy it... insight, wit and observation :)

[dombles]

and i think i know the busker you mean here... shes about 50 but looks like a 1960's 16 year old? always thought she must have an interesting story...

[Mrs RW]

The thought of the dog digging through the tarmac had me laughing out loud. I could just picture it!

[Moogster]

I've seen her too!!! If it's the same one I'm thinking of, she has a weird triangular explosion of black hair.
She's been knocking about for a few years, I think...

It's quite heartening to think that somehow she is capable of uniting to a whole mass of anonymous, unknown-to-each-other Londoners in silent admiration...