Busker brian May Be Located on www.buskerbrian.com

I'm not sure when I first met Brian. It was almost as if he'd been there forever. He was a year or so behind me at school. So I was aware of him then. When I was in my late teens and early twenties we used to hang around The Star Inn in Bishop's Stortford, the market town on the Hertfordshire - Essex border where we lived. He kind of became family for quite a long while when he became the boyfriend of my sister Effie. I remember during that time in the early Seventies when eleven of us (including Brian, Effie and myself) set off in a mini bus one February morning to camp out on the cliffs of Dunwich in suffolk. We took it in shifts to go to the pub that evening so that people could 'watch' the mini-bus and equipment, as the locals seemed a little bit hostile at the arrival of a bunch of lively hippies upon their peaceful shores. Later, suitably drunk and endeavouring to pitch the tent, we found that we'd forgotten to take the poles! Some of us slept in the mini-bus whilst others (including myself) slept out on the cliff. I awoke the next morning covered in frost and the handle-bar moutache I sported (which was fashionable at the time) felt like it could be snapped off as it was frozen solid. Later, when we went down onto the beach and looked up to the cliffs we shitted ourselves to see the mini-bus parked so precariously upon a jutting overhang about thirty feet or so above the endless Eastern sand and shingle. I have a lot more memories involving Busker Brian, both before 1975 when I left Bishop's Stortford to go and live in Leicester and later, when I returned in 1989. These I'll write down in the near future.