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There is a busker playing Irish folk music in an alcove between shops. Several people as they get close enough suddenly shout yee and ha. A group of swaggering trendy guys start clapping along loudly. There is a sudden drizzle, umbrellas erupt in response. The guys discuss which route they are taking, while out points out the girl with the full bodied pink Mohawk who wanders by with her newly erected umbrella, the Mohawk is thick like a horses’ main, and they all turn to watch her head up the street.

Further down, there are two girls busking, last time I saw them they were in that space where the guy is now. The blonde girl is the sick kick, with hair extensions added since last sighting, she adjusts her glasses and clanks the tambourine. The brunette’s hair is curly, tied back in a loose tail. She plays guitar and leads the pair in their Oasis cover version. Half a dozen kids stand and watch a couple of feet in front, loitering the whole set, ragged punk metal kids who look like they turned up to encourage their class mates, but at the same time probably put off anyone else from stopping.