Then, On My Walk Back to the Hostel...

I strolled along the Thames.

Under a burnt out streetlamp, not far from the London Eye, a busker was playing the saxophone. He had an MP3 player with him, that he used as accompaniment.

When I got there, he was just starting Coltrane's "Love Supreme".

He played the whole thing. I'm totally not fucking kidding you. The guy hit every. single. note.

A sizeable crowd was gathered around by the end. When he finished, we all went totally ape-shit.

I gave him £5. It was worth every pence.

I will never forget that as long as I live.

Off to Edinburgh.


Jim out.