I was in Leeds on Sunday, for the first time in forty years, and the changes for both of us have been considerable - apart from retaining a tendency towards the Gothic.
Everywhere looked so different!
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No
harm in looking though, and there were so many fabulous shops to browse in...
Oooh, Wilko! Primark! {Oh
dear. I really should get out more.}
Another
thing that hadn't changed was the great atmosphere. Leeds Varieties isn't
just the name of a theatre, it's a way of life! There was so much to see
and do; I'll have to go back again soon.
What really
made my day was the buskers. Not the Salvation Army Band, surprisingly
good though they were. Nor the line of six or so brightly-clad bongo
drummers, although their music was more to my taste. No, the best music
in the city on Sunday was provided by a couple of lads in the middle of
Briggate - a joyful drummer on a box, and a guitarist with the best voice I've
heard for a long time. I would have taken a photo but decided that, as
they both appeared to be under 18, it probably wouldn't be a good idea.
Shame really, they deserve to be noticed, and I wish them success.
