I said I'd start at 2pm, but I missed the bus and had to lug my gear into town on foot; no biggie, but it made me 15, 20 mins late and, by the time I'd scribbled out a sign (used the whiteboard wot I wrote messages on for the Michael Gove aktion on Thurs) and set up me gear, it was a la-a-a-ate start.
The lady from the cafe came out the back and asked what I was doing, so I tried to explain best I could without sounding patronising, but instead of telling me to sling me hook - bless her - she said: "Crack on, mate!"
Her van-driving pal was intrigued, asked me to give him a taster-blast now, but I was still setting up and they had to disappear off to do a run in the van.
They pulled out as I started. Played to four pigeons.
A council worker came and threw rubbish in the skip while I was playing - the ultimate non-verbal comment LOL - but didn't say a word, walked back off into Quedam car-park. My plan was to play a 7-ish min version of "Relentless Encroachment" - wh/ I did - a LOT gnarlier / angrier / more distorted than the studio versn I recorded last night - fairly unnuanced (still getting the measure of that cheap LIDL's busker amp), but I really liked it. Shoulda recorded it on my phone; thinking I might get a mini-digital-recorder for field-recording gigs - liked the treble-y gnarl of the sound. Doomy post-Brexit electronics and strings; less of a lament than the clean version; more of a downbeat snarl.
Five minutes in, a guy from - wait for it! - Euro Car-Parks (will they have to rename their company?) arrived in a hi-vis vest and shorts, asked me what I was doing, so had a short explanation conversation while playing - surreal! - but he just said: "Okay. Just watch out for the cops in case they show up..." and trotted back into the multi-story car-park.
I finish and was packing up when the van pulled up again. Bloke and lady from the bus-station cafe: "Aw, have we missed you..." Me laughing. Her: "That's a shame." She looked liked she meant it; him too; people always surprise me.
I was gonna try for a second version up on Summerhouse Hill, but the skies opened up and it poured down, so I got the bus home.