I got closer to the busker on Circular Quay, unable to make out his instrument, and thought perhaps he was simply begging. Then I saw that he was reading a glossy catalogue for expensive digital cameras. This Great Recession is going to be confusing; so many people were already dressing like bums.
Other imaginary performance art buskers at the Quay this morning were smoking cigarettes, taking photographs of each other and of a somewhat confused seagull, and sketching the Rocks as seen from Bennelong Point.
There were also two classical sea monsters holding up the Customs House clock but they are too high up for passersby to be able to throw coins to them so I think they are doing it out of love.