On a recent trip to Melbourne, I noticed a busker outside the National Gallery of Victoria. It was a guy, probably in his 70s, dressed in smart clothes that had seen better days: an old woollen overcoat, coloured scarf and cloth cap. He had that close-jawed smile that suggested a loss of teeth, and dentures, and had what seemed to be his worldly possessions in one of those shopping carts you might take to the produce markets.

He was playing the harmonica, not particularly well but he held a tune and he tried to engage passers-by, making eye contact, winking and smiling between verses.

He had a sign affixed to the top of his shopping cart, which read

Smile, be happy and

have a great day

Photo’s $2.00

And I thought ‘His punctuation needs help but that guy gets marketing’.