Bold Street, Liverpool.

This chap was busking outside a Mexican restaurant, although not of that nationality himself. His origins were unclear, but he had an arrangement with the restaurant to perform outside wearing a poncho in the sweltering heat (yes, I can't believe there is sun) to drum up business. My friend S knows him as he performed at the wedding of one of her colleagues. He seemed to take a shine to me, or at least what was visible, hiding behind huge sunglasses and newly-dyed hair. After politely listening to an impassioned song, not a word of which we understood (but I got the gist, seeing the smouldering looks in my direction), we made our excuses and escaped.