Busking.

"Beep beep, beep beep!"
I rolled over to turn my alarm clock off and 'bang!' I had fallen out of bed and just lay there on the cold, sweaty, concrete floor waiting for my alarm clock to turn itself off.
"Third time in a bloody row!" I said to myself.
My alarm clock had stopped, I pulled my pillow over my head ready to go back to sleep when I remembered I needed to get up otherwise I would miss my bus to the station.
I lived in a tiny basement bed-sit just off Brick Lane in East London. It was in need of urgent decorating and had a floor that had had its carpet ripped off only to show a…