Monday, January 7, 2013

So I was busking in Chelsea the other day...

and this police community support officer comes up to me and says;

'Did you have a good Christmas?'

and I said

'Yes thanks, I did, and I also had a happy new year. How were yours?'

'Mine were good thanks, I can't remember what you said your name was last time we met...'

Her hand flicked slightly towards her notebook pocket. Her game was up!

'That's because I didn't tell you my name.'

She smiled and reached inside her top pocket for her notebook.

'So did you see any family over Christmas?'

'Yes, I had a lovely time in Liverpool at my sisters', then we went and visited my girlfriends' sister, then we came back down to London. There was a terrible crash on the M6. Makes you think really. I'm not going to give you my name.'

I was looking deep into her eyes as I said it, just to make sure she was paying attention.

'Oh, ok then, have fun...' she said and strolled off down the street with her mate. Happy as Larry, not at all bothered by the busker with no name. Then Kurt and his Gran came up and said 'Hi Matt.' and we had a nice chat and Kurts' Gran gave me a worthers original. She gave me murray mints the last time I saw her, so it was a nice surprise.

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