The first time I ever busked was a total accident, I was in a village in Lancashire camping with a mini bus full of blokes, being the driver the treat was to receive a drink from the other 11 on arrival, a pint glass full of brandy was the reward. In the morning I woke up laying on hard lumpy stuff, my pockets were stuffed full of small change, apparently I had sat on the steps of the pub all night singing and someone had put a hat down, when the lads came out of the pub they put the cash in my pockets and carried me to my tent. I had no recollection of any of it, oh we had been to wedding and I had stayed sober to drive to the evening bash.