After getting hold of a small busking amp, I decided to have another go at busking yesterday.
It was dramatically different this time, because people could now hear me. Immediately people began to sit on benches, watching me. Children pulled at their parents' hands, begging them to stop and listen. The coins and the compliments flowed, along with the inevitable heckle or two. I don't mind them. I know my voice is okay, even though I'm a bit wet around the ears when it comes to playing the ukulele.
Tomorrow I brave the streets of Doncaster again, and we shall see what a busy day is like in this job.