Singing the Blues

Walking down Churchgate this morning with Basil, I heard the amplified strains of someone singing the blues, and singing and accompanying it rather well.

He was stood in the ley of a shabby pub. Seems so long since I've heard the blues. I commended him for it.

As Basil and I walked on, he began singing Little Red Rooster, in the style of Jimi Hendrix. Good stuff.

Santa was in town on his sleigh as well, with Loughborough Lions collecting for charity.