Uxbridge.

Well, that's interesting...

At this pace, I'll earn the right to wear my tu-tone fedora in broad daylight.

But not today.

1.- Cool reception  from the crowds, they did not realize a genuine by-Thor genius walked into their midst. I covered half the bus fare.
2.- I assert this on the basis that I had the guts to play (and sing) Stairway to Heaven (that's right), wearing my blue cap. I have earned already the right to wear the cap at night with impunity. And I was not pelted with tinned tomatoes, either.
3.- I did all this in front of a tube station.
4.- I was told to leave by a council jobsworth with nothing better to do.

Next week, I'll try Slough, that's the walk on the wild side. Uxbridge sucks the rigid cock of Satan. I know, because I follow him in Twitter.

Meanwhile, the day remains full of possibilities for a by-Ahura Mazda bluesman in the make.

Follow the steps (well, only some of them) of this antihero on this blog. Not a genuine one until he loses his mobile internet.

There's always another level.

Bear and grin, kid.

Bear and grin.