“It ain't no fun if the

homies can't have none ”

― Snoop Dogg

The old adage about waiting an age for a bus – then watching two arrive at the same time was ironically replicated in Boston on Friday.

Not only did fun come to town … it came not once, but twice – although you could have been forgiven for not noticing!

In the Market Place, we had Transported – that merrie band of luvvies funded from our taxes to posture around the place largely for their own entertainment ... this time playing at circuses – whilst beside St Botolph’s Footbridge the BBC had set up one of only forty nationwide events as part of its annual Music Day.

Although a bridge-side destination was intended, we wonder when this was the particular location the Beeb had in mind – as one story doing the rounds is that Worst Street stepped in to distance the musicians from the “circus” so as not to disturb the clowns from Transported.

As the photos which appeared during the day clearly showed, Bostonians were slow off the mark to sample the delights.

But then how were they to know if no-one bothered to tell them?

Lack of publicity could be the problem here.

News of the events appeared on Boston Borough Council’s Twitter pages late in the day and we could find no preview information either.

We also understand that news of the activities took at least one senior Worst Street figure who ought to have been in the know by complete surprise – so what hope was there for the rest of us?

This is not the first time that events have been held in Boston with Worst Street as the nominal host that have played out to an empty house.

Communication is defined as the imparting or exchanging of information by speaking, writing, or using some other medium.

Perhaps it would be Worst Street’s while giving it a try for once – unless the constant bleatings about wanting to attract more visitors is just so much hot air.

To add insult to injury, we hear that Saturday’s market was noticeable by the absence of many stalls – something which is becoming a regular occurrence.

The market is repeatedly boasted of as one of the bells in Boston’s jester’s cap.

But we are not sure what visitors from the coast who sought our market as an escape from an overcast weekend would have made of Saturday’s lacklustre offering.

Arrangements to go somewhere else next time perhaps?