I'm getting a little bit edgy about leaving for Belgium. All I have is five euro in my pocket and the massive Visa bill I racked up sipping rum by a pool in New Orleans like a billionaire might have done. What? Why are you not feeling sorry for me?
My plan for Monday looks like this:
1. Arrive in Belgium
2. Find job immediately
3. Ask for sub til payday
Well, I'm not entirely sure they'll agree to a sub straight off. So I kind-of sort-of asked my dad but he just made a strange grunting noise that meant: "I've already bought your train ticket to London and 'The Rough Guide to Ghent', what more could you possibly need? Just go busking once you get over there — you know three songs now, don't you? That's more than enough. Now hush because Newsnight is on."
Um. Busking it is then.
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hope my CD makes it to you before you leave. exciting times...
ReplyDeleteI think you should become a street photographer portraitist - just take a white sheet with you & some of your beautiful prints, they'll all be flocking to have their pictures taken.
ReplyDeleteYou're my heroine. Bon chance! x
Some of the buskers in Belfast only know one song. You know a few! You'll be fiiiiine
ReplyDeleteI forgot about that CD... yes I hope so too.
ReplyDelete"Street photographer portraitist" sounds very modern. I'm not entirely sure how that would work. I guess it would be like pictures of people on the log flume at Alton Towers, I'd need a lab set up so the picture would be ready by the time they turn around again.
Wies says three songs is enough for the passers-by but I'll annoy the people who work in the building above me.
If you keep changing the words you'll have hundereds of songs and nobody will notice, it's Belgium after all :-) If you start starving from the hunger just pop up and I'll feed you - and teach you the three songs I know.
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks! I'll hold you to that.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, busking would be a doddle. Just strum a few bars, then look intensely soulful and Irish and swish that lovely hair about a bit and the euros will come pouring in. Easy peasy.
ReplyDeleteYes:
ReplyDelete"How did you get by in Belgium?"
"Oh, I just shook my hair in people's faces, made a fortune om the streets of Ghent."
Hmm.
"Oh, I just shook my hair in people's faces,
ReplyDeletemade a fortune om the streets of Ghent"
There's the opening line of a song right there.
(You might want to change "om" for "on" for a non-Buddhist audience)
I've heard tell that some people will pay to have hair shaken in their faces. Especially red hair.
ReplyDeleteYou could just email them their pics later, everyone is online nowadays. No printing costs, even.
It continues of course: Just smoothed my skirt and tied my laces, the euros flowed and my worries went.... (followed by lots more hair-swishing)
ReplyDeletei busked my way through italy with an occarina, of all things. go for it!
ReplyDelete"The ocarina is an ancient flute-like wind instrument typified by an oval-shaped enclosed space with four to twelve finger holes and a mouth tube projecting out from the body. It is often ceramic, but many other materials, such as plastic, wood, glass and metal may also be used."
ReplyDelete^ I'm impressed.
I dunno about the photo thing. I mean, I'd have to take the pictures there and then it would just make for a load of tourists looking awkward in their anoraks in the grey March rain.
I'm confused. I thought you'd got a job, that was why you are moving?
ReplyDeleteI've obviously missed a step somewhere in all the excitement of the Annie A song.
Good luck
Borrow an old dog, Annie, wrap one paw in gauze and have he or she sit next to you.
ReplyDeleteYou could probably nap on your guitar and still make rent.
Good luck!
I wish I could take my dog with me. Um, I mean my parents' dog. I seem to have fallen in love with him.
ReplyDeleteNo job as such EW, but I do have a man to see about a dog, coincidentally.
Busking in Belgium... why the heck not? Sounds as good an idea as any. I suppose your backup plan could be working in an Irish pub- you'd certainly look the part :p
ReplyDeleteBest of luck with the job hunting!
ReplyDeleteAs you shake your hair, make sure to flash your gorgeous jawline too - you have one, you know.
ReplyDeleteSo where are we? Hair-shaking, jaw-line flashing, 3 songs and a head full of ideas - go get 'em cowgirl!
Best luck to you, Annie! Best in the world. And big huggy hellos to Wies too.
Hope it's all going well!
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