Gave £0.50p to a man playing the didgeridoo in Piccadilly (total: £109.01p)

Obviously, this is not the chap that was playing the didgeridoo in Piccadilly, but it's a clever little shot isn't it... Anyway, I got a bit bored of giving money away at the same tube station over and over again, but I well liked this man, he was terribly good ('terribly good' always sounds kind of oxymoronic doesn't it?)... He was even banging something at the same time - it was the most marvellous noise to be echoing along the escalators. So yea, I gave him 50p, and so did a kind old lady in green shoes. We sort of smiled at each other too (the lady and I, chap playing couldn't very well, he had a long, wooden things fashioned to his lips) and I felt one of those little hugs only London can give you...

Nice.

Gave £7 to a taxi driver who told me The Best Story Ever (total: £108.51)

So I'm coming back from bloody Manchester or something and I get a cab with this chap who starts telling me Baron's Court (my beautiful 'hood) is full of tramps... I'm like, 'well - no, it's not... But there is a smashing smile there called Eroll who sells the big Issue but uh, it's not buddy'... and (he was just leading to a story really) he goes, 'No it is, I should know, I used to be one'...

So I'm reeled in and fell hook, line and story sunk later... You see, this guy slept rough on the streets for a year but then his friend died in his arms one night. Realising he was going to be next on whomevers God awful shit list, driver dude mugs a guy for his wallet, walks in to the local swimming baths, showers in his clothes in their changing rooms and walks round London until his clothes are clean. Once that's done, dry and dusted, he (cleaner, smarter, less smudgy) walks in to a store and spends the £75 he robbed on new clothes (and hopefuly a bite to eat)... He then walks in to the Savoy (love it) and gets a job in the kitchen. For a year he lives under the stairs albeit having three amazing meals cooked for him by the Savoy a day, and (can't entirely remember this bit and he said he's do me for plagarism if I tried to write his story) he got his Knowledge to drive a Hackney Cab along the way.

One year and a license later, he rocks in to the office of the guy he robbed. The guy recognises him (seriously, what would you do at that point?) but the fattened up thief just threw £75 on the table, said sorry and 'let me tell you a story about why I had to rob you'....

They meet for a drink every now and then...

It's genius.

I love it.

£7 in a tip well spent.

But hey - don't sue me bully boy.

Gave £1.50 to My Friend The Big Issue Man in Carnaby Street (total: £101.51p)

I can't tell how good this image is from my computer, it looks pretty rough, but hey - you get the gist... Sure I've spoken about the chap on Carnaby Street before... He stands in the middle of the street by Pret and can be a solemn type, but he remembers my name, makes me laugh and is often mad about some fight he had where he kicked a door in... Anyway, I was out looking for a God damn 'Status Shoe' (read, a Marc Jacobs shoe I can't walk in) with Caustic Jason (who's fabulous and fashionable) and buddy buddy was so confused as to why I was looking so posh I handed over all the change in my pocket.

Not that rich if it was just £1.50 huh?

Never did get a status heel either...

Heels, who needs 'em?