& to Dudley
"... The Sikh flower seller came by and said that whilst he didn’t mind the music, perhaps I’d do better on the other side of the street. He paused, then flipped me 20p to prove his sincerity. I gave it a go. It didn’t work.
When I moved back, there was a Eastern European piano accordion player in my place. I gave him 50p. He was noodling without any apparent aim, but it was nice enough. ..."