Twice in the past fortnight I’ve come across The Trumpeter. This gentleman jumps on a train and start busking. I’m sorry, but a trumpet[er] has no place on a train. I’m all for people busking but this is not cool for two reasons:
Trumpets are impossible to tune out; they’re bloody loud!
- I could hear the trumpet clearly over the music playing on my iPod
It’s like holding your audience hostage!
- Unlike most buskers you can’t easily walk away
No way I’m giving him my money!
[Update: Make that three times! I’m on the train typing this listening to the ear-splitting sounds of a trumpet. Thankfully I’m a little distance away – seriously there are people that are within two metres of him that have every right to punch the guy square in the jaw…]