Gave £1 to a chap sitting outside Homebase after I'd returned my trolley (total: £718.38p)

You may remember this darn Homebase store, it was where the strange man was muttering to himself and kicking a bucket, although - not his bucket... Anyway and there we go and on we pop... This time, there was a little chap with a yellow collecting type thing, not kicking a bucket, who was collecting on behalf of Daisy Chain, who seem to have quite a strange strap-line to their charity, if you will humbly excuse me saying so ('special needs, needs special care?'). Anyway, having spent ten minutes trying to explain I wanted a fucking composter not fucking compost to a man that seemed to have learnt his words off a spreadsheet and nothing else, I was able to return my trolley and give the man the £1 I'd had to bloody put in the thing just to walk wonder round a store where they sold little of what I actually wanted, but several crass gnomes and plenty of plastic pieces for the perfect summer landfill... 

I sound terribly uncharitable don't I? Gosh. But you try and rock Homebase and be nice afterwards. Grrrr.... 

Image grabbed from here, sorry. 

Gave £2 to a chap playing the saxophone 'cos it reminded me of New York (total: £717.38p)

I don't know why a lonely guy playing the saxophone reminded me of New York, but he did... perhaps because it was late, and the sunny strollers of a Sunday were slouching their way across the streets of Angel, or perhaps it was the moon that was all light and louche, or perhaps it was Kate was leaving for New York the next day, but whatever it was - it was one of those times I loved London, even though I was thinking of New York... 

Image taken from here, sorry. 

Gave £2 to a guy that sang me and Roxy a little song before going a little too far (total: £715.38p)

Roxy and I were outside work when a chap came along asking for money... He was singing us a little song, which was ever so sweet and then - sort of wasn't. 'Cos suddenly he wasn't singing about Roxy's leg (he only referred to one leg, saying the other one had a ladder in it so he wouldn't sing about that) but then he was talking about, well other parts of Roxy and we sort of just went 'oh, okay, you can stop now'... 

He didn't sing to me, he said I had a nice figure but I was hiding it under clothes. Cripes - two guys in one week telling me off about my dress sense - touch harsh huh?