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Wednesday, 22 January 2014
The Happy Wanderers.
I wonder how many people remember this bunch, above?
One of the treats of visiting London in the 1950's was to catch sight of The Happy Wanderers.
In the daytime they would perform in Oxford Street, and Regent's Street; then in the evenings they would entertain Theatre-goers around Shaftesbury Avenue. I imagine they were all ex-servicemen.
Vagrancy laws, at the time, meant that buskers had to keep moving (or be arrested), so one would always see them, just like above, marching in line along the pavement or on the road. How anyone ever managed to given them any money I don't know; I certainly don't remember them holding out a hat.
Their brand of simple street jazz was invigorating to the young Cro, who was probably either being dragged around the 'sales', or visiting Harrods for wretched school uniform fittings.
They disbanded around 1960, and were much missed; they had become a part of the very fabric of London life.
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