Here's another one from years ago. I was broke – my god, was I broke – and it was raining, winter, proper rain. I walked through an underpass in town (I shan't say which town) and there was a busker playing a guitar, all alone. People were passing busily by, but I had nothing better to do, so I stopped and placed myself opposite him to be an audience. Over the period of a few minutes a crowd gathered to listen. People do that, if there is someone already there. A mother and young daughter skipped up and down in front of the busker. And I walked away, smiling. Job done.

Every now and again I'll take that small memory out and dust it off and smile.