I Saw a busker with a didgeridoo the other day at Stratford station, it struck me as being the single most stupid, inconvenient and joyless choice of busking instrument. It doesn’t make music, it amplifies the raspberry's you blow down it, rearranging them only slightly to give the slightest hint of a rhythm, it was about 10 feet long and looked a heavy thing too, in fact, there was another shifty looking dirty bloke hanging around him, theres no chance he was there to appreciate the bombination, I reckon he was there to help him carry it home. Which means the instrument half as appealing as even a wobble board or the bagpipes to an Englishman has to make double the money to make it worthwhile. Revisit your business plan you didgerydope.
In London you see lots of people that look like they might come from Japan, and these last few weeks with all the trouble at home I've felt incredibly sorry for them. What happened and the images they shared with us were almost unbelievable but what it confirmed for me is, we really are just ants on the surface of this rock, absolutely at the mercy of nature and the physics of universe we are spinning through. No God, no anything else, no aliens, well, there probably is but they will undoubtedly be so far away we will never hear from them, or them from us, and nothing but the planet, mother nature, and the land, sea and sky. Its simple really, I don't know why anyone needs more than that.
Lang may yer lum reek.