Peter Rhodes on busking, sub-zero driving and something nasty in the air
After my piece on the 1960s band Crosby, Stills and Nash, a reader says he can't imagine me in Sixties hippy gear. Another suggests I might try busking. Been there, done that.
I have photos to prove that I once possessed not only a muslin shirt and loon jeans but also a 28ins waist. As for busking, while researching a feature on street musicians, I once spent a bleak few hours, plucking in the middle of Birmingham.
My fellow busker and I packed it in shortly after the competition arrived in the shape of an accordionist. He was not only a brilliant musician but was tall, tanned, bearded and rakishly good-looking. He also had only one leg. The punters' money fled from our pitch to his like lemmings to Beachy Head. I made a princely £1.30 which included some Irish coins. It was the hardest money I ever earned.
