h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I've just passed a Roma busker playing his violin in the street.

Ok, so there's nothing so very unusual about that. At least, not until I realised he was playing the theme from "Murder She Wrote".

If this day keeps being so surreal I'm going back to bed. Or to the pub.

Bed in the pub, that would be both turely surreal and most wonderously conforting, not to mention convenient... If only we had anything quite so interesting here, in the centre of town, with buskers.... now the sun's come out, we've had a string of tallentless guitarists and singing to 'entertain' us, as we wonder round by the market and.... actually... Is it possible to have a 'too surreal' town/city? surrealer the betterer in my opinion More dwarf plummbers, and strange street entertainers I say

We have our talentless guitarists too, of course.

I'll wager the Belfast posse all know the guy with the cowboy hat and the portable amp. He plays "House Of The Rising Sun", and "The Fields of Athenry", and "I Walk The Line"...and if it wasn't for the words changing nobody would know which song was which.

Although I've never noticed the dwarf plumbers. Maybe that just goes to show how crafty they are!

Cambridge is nicely excentric in parts... Or in parts it has excentric people anyhow... Or, I guess, some people have excentric parts to them
Off out to the pub tonigh twith one very excentric person in fact... hmmm... OK... two then, if I include myself If only I could make my mind up as to what the weather is doing, adn decide what to wear... I think its too warm for a corsett with the army boots and black jeans, and black long leather coat... and probably too 'ordinary' a day for wearing a babydoll Actually I think just a regular black cotton shirt... with some black jeans, and black leather army boots, and my black leather jacekt... hey, that's almost colour coordinated
The excentric shoudl be encouraged as a fine addition to the dynamic and extensive fabric of the cloth that is our society I bet we'll meet a couple of total bus-nutters in the pub... though often the presence of my excentric friend, who I'm going to the pub with, does kind of make their weirdness/excentricness/bus-nutteryness look less weird, comparatively speaking...

We used to have accordions here in Tullamore, but I've not seen them for a good few months now.

Dublin has some interesting ones: I have a photo I took of a guy with an upright piano in the middle of Grafton Street, but then, you get all sorts on Grafton Street.

TRiG.

Oh Talking of pianos, a great one here a few years back; the council deposited various upright pianos, and I think soem grand ones too, about in the city... all over the place... a kind of art installation I guess... just there, for anyone to play... that was kinda weird...

I was just about to say that - they did it here, too!

Maybe a wider 'project' than I thought then... (the piano thing)

OH... by the market today... a guy with a guitar.... and doing what, for want of a better word, I shall, reluctantly, have to call 'singing' Truely aweful....

The other week, there was a Klezmer orchestra in full swing in Carrickfergus town hall, playing with the doors open to the street. Very unexpected.

The nicest I ever recall was years and years ago... quite possibly when I was still a student (between 1997 and 2000 would be my guess)... It was cold, maybe even snoing, and jsut before Christmas and I was going through the Cambridge rail station to get the train back to my Dad's, and there was a small string trio or quartete (I forget which), just on the platform at the station playing and they were clearly pretty professional musitions and knew what they were doing

Today was too rainy for walking around town and eccentric-spotting I just...um. Would it be unwise to say in a thread 2legs has posted to that I just went up Joy's Entry for lunch?

perfectly safe.... so says the person who managed to create an entire new Euphamism on twitter today, when I commented soemthign along the lines of 'the wind is rattling my letterbox'.... well... it was... the wind was blowing outside and the letterbox kept banging...