Very peaceful it was in the Royal Square yesterday evening as I supped my Liberation Ale. Then I heard music, getting louder, like when one of them boy racers comes by with the sound system turned right up. But traffic doesn’t come down the cut between the Peirson and Cock & Bottle. Suddenly a runner appeared, music emanating somewhere from him. He was having a bit of trouble with it as it kept cutting out. Then he disappeared around by the town church and I thought no more of it.
About an hour later I was considering going home when the unmistakeable guitar chords of Mark Knopfler sounded at the far end of the square and yer man trotted across – Harry doesn’t mind if he doesn’t make the scene/he’s got a daytime job, he’s doing all right… – and disappeared up the town once more. I’ve no idea where he had his musical equipment but it packed a punch. No discrete iPod for him.
So, who is Jersey’s Mystery Musical Runner?
When i was a teenager regularly hanging out at Funland arcade with my friends, there was a guy who used to run past regularly just wearing running shorts and shoes, no top on whatever the weather, with a big ghetto blaster resting on his shoulder blaring away.
We used to cheer him on with our teenage enthusiasm, but never got any response, he always seemed away with the fairies!
I wonder what happened to him? A real Jersey legend if ever i have seen one!
Roy McCarthy said:
Hey, maybe the same guy but he’s upgraded his equipment and put on a shirt. I’ve not seen him since.