I'm a kazoo - spelt Kay-Zed-Yu. And I'm not a trumpet or a didg'ridoo...

I bought a kazoo a couple of days ago. This was in no small way inspired by Swannee-Kazoo from I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue. I intend to put it to good use in a month or two, when I'll have a computer with gadgets attached to it, to pick up all the subtlety of its soothing tones. Last night I was walking past a busker playing "Sittin' on the dock of the bay" and he was just coming up to what I thought was the whistling solo. I reached into my bag, and put the kazoo in my mouth, before it occurred to me that playing along would probably oblige me to make a donation (and put him off his stride a little bit). But next time I'm passing a busker and they're playing something I know, I'm joining in...