The eyes, look into the eyes.

Another in my mini-series of Canterbury Buskers. This guy was singing very middle-of-the-road material in the middle of Canterbury High Street. Clearly he had found a niche because my 50p found itself nestling up against a good crop of larger coin. He seemed delighted to allow me to snatch this portrait. The face looks well worn and the eyes, well to me at least the eyes don't look authentic. What do they say? Perhaps:

"OK take your bloody snap and piss off, I don't really WANT to do this and I don't really WANT to be treated as an exhibit. Got it?"

I think there is something there in those eyes which I'd like to be able to read...