It seems that there are times when forty cents feels like an absolute fortune.

So there I was, doing my busking thing on South King Street. It was a lovely afternoon and I had played my set reasonably well, not making too many mistakes. After I finished each piece I looked down at my guitar case to see if any coins had been deposited on it in appreciation. SFA. But it didn’t matter. I was performing on the streets of my home town and nobody had asked me to stop playing so the day had already been an unqualified success to that point. I decided to finish out on ‘Cavatina’, the theme from the film ‘The Deer Hunter’, the piece of music that inspired me to first start out on the road of Guinness guzzling classical guitar stardom. I was approximately half way through my rendition when a voice that I did not recognise called out to me. ‘The Deer Hunter’, he said. I looked up and confirmed to my new friend that he was bang on. After a brief chat about the movie I looked down to see four coins resting on my case. A twenty, a ten and two fives. 40 cents.

I was rich.