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[webofevil]

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.

Comments

[arampus.livejournal.com]

There's a bloke in the mornings as well. His version of Vivaldi's Four Seasons includes extra anchovies.

[strictlytrue.livejournal.com]

The chap with the steel drum is quite good. But generally, buskers are WRONGE.

[lowlowprices.livejournal.com]

The worst are those tosspots who get on the tube, knock out something jaunty and then harangue the whole car for not getting into the party spirit.