As he 'plays' Rolling Stones songs, he's known as Rolling Stones Guy in our house. When I first moved here he'd often be found by the station and sometimes on the platforms. After a while, each time his guitar was missing a string. Finally, it was down to one string, which didn't stop his performances. The next time I saw him, he had a new guitar. I'm sure a few people were disappointed to see the new acquisition, but he never truly bothered many people as far as I could see, although I've never been brave enough to engage him in conversation.

Like many 'colourful local characters' you hear of, I once saw him in the paper shop at the end of HoP high street and he was perfectly civil as he bought his milk and paper. The next time I saw him, he had added a harmonica to his rig and was making even more of a racket in the street. All power to Rolling Stones Guy, he's an Honor Oak institution and I hope he's OK.