In Harrogate yesterday. A busker plays a passable version of Man on the Moon on an acoustic guitar through an amp. Which is fine. Then he finishes the song and says this:

Thank you very much, Harrogate. Now this next song means a lot to me and I hope it's going to mean as much to you. It goes something like this...

All while the shopping masses streamed past, paying him no mind at all. I made a point of returning a few times. He kept up his on-stage badinage all afternoon. It's as if no-one had told him he was an uninvited busker. Perhaps he thought this was some kind of open-air festival.