Yikes, Tuesday already and I haven't caught up from last Friday. These days whizz past pretty quick if you don't keep an eye on them. Ultimately today's musical experience was provided by Joe, serenading Gary with punk guitar on the occasion of the latter's fiftieth birthday. He also strummed accompaniment to Kevin, who sang The Lobster Song in his finest Scots brogue. I'd not heard the song before - apparently rugby players sing it. The venue was the top floor of The Doggett's Coat and Badge pub. It's the multi-tiered sixties looking building squashed up against the south-west corner of Blackfriars Bridge. It may not look so pretty from the outside, but the views from the open terrace at the top are great.
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I hadn't realised that Joe would be doing a turn this evening, so I'd already taken the air along the South Bank, seeing scat singing from Anita Wardell at the National Theatre Foyer, busker Derrick Charles (for the fourth time) and another busking guitarist called Chuck...of whom more another time...
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