Okay, so I didn't play today, but I did manage to get my busking permit! I now have an official Oxford City Council busking permit. It's got my picture on it, my signature (saying that I will not violate their "Busking Code of Practice), and their nice little code of practice on the back.
Here are some do's and don'ts:
Do: "Smile, enjoy yourself and entertain others!"
Hahaha! So lame!
Shut it.
Don't: "Perform in a manner that is dangerous to yourself or to the public."
Duly noted. I will try not to impale myself with my cello.
Do: "Only perform within the designated entertainment areas."
Anger rising.
Don't: "Position yourself on a footway or highway in such a way that could be deemed as begging by passers by or the Police e.g. sitting on or wrapped in a sleeping bag or blanket."
Hahahaha! Looks like you're shit out of luck, buddy!
Son. Of. A. Bitch. How am I supposed to make money? Ah. Awwwwww. I guess I'm going to have to start shaving again.
Do: "Hold an Oxford City Council busker's permit."
Success!!!
Dude, I'm tired. Stop trying to hold a man down. I'm going to rock it out tomorrow. You'll see...
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2 comments:
some reporter's going to leave his head long enough to listen to the sweet sweet notes coming out of your cello and will want to write 1,000 words about you for the daily telegraph and you'll have to pretend to be a schizophrenic to make the story sound better and then hollywood will buy your story and pay you lots of money and you'll be played impressively by johnny depp.
good story, huh?
That story somehow sounds familiar...
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