The One-String Busker
Walking to work one morning in sunny Bridlington, I passed a toothless derelict outside Boots, strumming away with aplomb on a guitar which had a sum total of ONE string. Head-shaking, wailing away tunelessly, he seemed happy, and on the floor he had a flat cap with a few coppers in.

That was 8:30ish in the morning.

On my way home from work that evening, just after 6pm, I passed him again. Still wailing away tunelessly and thrashing away on his one string, I looked into his cap to assess his day's takings - he had the same few coppers...... and a packet of Rizlas. Someone had obviously thought long and hard about what this guy really needed more than anything else.
( Young Master Ploppy, Mon 6 Jul 2009, 12:46, 2 replies)

Do you think
that he was taking all the big donations out, so people felt more sorry for him? That's what I'd do if I were a tramp.
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Mon 6 Jul 2009, 13:13, closed)

Oh yes,
and the coppers will be his too, so that no one would think twice about giving because "others" must have already considered him a worthy cause...
(dxg, Mon 6 Jul 2009, 13:46, closed)