The first time you see a cow it's exciting. The next time it isn't. Unless it's purple.The first time you see a busker it's exciting. The next time it isn't. Unless they're playing on your train.I was on my journey home on the train last night when a young man with a trumpet jumped on and announced he would be playing a few songs. For the next twenty minutes during my ride out of the city I listened to a rather talented trumpeter.Being the Uni student that I am, I rarely give to buskers unless they are remarkable. Yet I gave to this guy.Matt Granfield has an excellent post on how anything can be remarkable if you make it, including brown shoe laces. And now buskers....
