At the top of the street on the Concert Hall steps were collected 100 women singing and playing drums in celebration of the 100th International Womans' Day. They went by the collective name of Humdrum and by the time I arrived, they had almost finished.
Humdrum were loud - so much so that this piper had to stop and wait for them to finish. His mates drum was never going to be any real competition for the dozens of colourful and, more to the point, larger affairs pictured above.
A little noise didn't cause any problems for this chap and his football.
For a small contribution, this jolly drummer will sing about you until you are out of sight or somebody else gives him a pound.
Perhaps since busking implies some financial recompense, this young lady does not come into the category but she was providing a useful service to the community so should appear here.
This lot were called Caledonia (a name so undestinctive hereabouts that I have been unable to confirm my memory with the internet). As loud as they look and flogging CDs too, should you wish to bring the sound into your living room.
Living statues are a bit old hat now - nobody is going to be surprised by one unless they've just been released from a very long prison sentence. I'm ready to get rid of them and have Peruvian pan pipe bands back.
This chap and his Reggae tunes is out on the street almost every day. I'm surprised the council don't charge him rent for that particular slot.
I missed this lot but that's a lot of speakers for buskers - I'll bet they were loud too.
A pair of balloon sellers.
Nearly at the bottom of the street and away from the prime busking slots it would seem, this fellow wasn't nearly loud enough ........
.......to be heard over the sounds of this chap bashing out Shadows hits.