This is a genuine licensed London busker. To get a job like this you have to apply to be auditioned….wait several years to be auditioned and have about one chance in one hundred of being selected.
Many are called few are chosen. And when you do get taken on you are not allowed to sell anything nor are you permitted to hand out even a biz card nor display any signs cause one company has sole advertising rights on everything in the underground. Good sorts.
Food for thought. So this was sobering…to say the least. The only way to make a name for yourself in the underground is to buy advertising with exterior media. I wrote to them. I wonder if they do micro budget deals. Ha ha.
In my experience dealing with big companies tends to be like “talking to the taxman about poetry” to use the title of a Billy Bragg album. So i am more inclined to support little family places like food for thought in Neal st. This veggo place has been around since the 70s and hasn’t lost out to the enemy yet. Food is great and not priced to kill. It took me days to find such an oasis.
It’s surreal. The money changers outside the temple. So lets go look in the temple itself.
Pay to pray. Gone are the days when you could go to a church to pray. Not in this one pal. There’s a timetable for that pal…
Easy access. Only one entrance is open and it’s gatekeepers are not there to make friends…
Thou shalt not. I had to walk all the way around to get onto the lobby. I had to ignore this sign to get a shot of the stairway.
Stairway. What would Christopher Wren say about all this commercial lockout?
As you leave thru the revolving doors you have to laugh at the irony. Irony rules.
Next time i will look for a more modest church. (St Paul’s Cathedral)
Or save up so i can get in. Here is a view from the counter. In ancient times the money changers worked outdoors…
Don’t mess with my security. The best minder ever.
An unbroken family. Had a little strum outside and this friendly family listened out and the little guy guarded my axe. Lovely spot and the franchises were quiet…no one can afford to take family into killerpocket eateries on a regular basis unless they are so rich they wont wanna anyway. They were eating a packed lunch. More fun that way.
Gotta love this graffiti. Really cheers you up walking down a dark street to see this illuminated by the moon and the sodium light…
Church by moonlight
What a superb simple way to stack em. Way easier than a power monster dishwasher.