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In the unlikely event that you are the girl who plays the violin in the Westminster Underground subway most lunchtimes, please will you for the love of God stop. It's murder down there. I used to play the violin and know exactly how difficult it is to produce a decent sound on the thing, but your audience shouldn't be able to share that information. You're the Les Dawson of strings. And you've got the effrontery to ask for money. I'll tell you what, I'll give you a crisp fiver for every two successive notes you manage to play in tune with each other.

Is she homeless? She doesn't look homeless. But if she is, it's not inconceivable that her situation is somehow connected with the Christawful atonal yowling she produces whenever she puts bow to string.