tags: castle, Oxfordshire
You get some high quality busking teams on the streets of Oxford, within the Castle
Ironed jeans
Blow-waved hair
Shirts and jackets
Polished cello
I’m way to haphazard to ever achieve any legitimate form of musicianhood at this level. Respect to them
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May 22nd, 2012
I’m pretty good at blowing my own trumpet
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Bux, as long as you don’t blow-up that’s a terrific talent
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May 22nd, 2012
Hope it doesn’t rain on them. Or do I? (I told you I am bad.)
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Kay, either you’re psychic or control the weather, see how they’re looking up? Theyr’e watching the rain clouds gather and it started raining a few minutes after I took the photot….
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Hmmm…thinking it might rain in England. Yes, it must be that I am psychic, I’m sure that’s it.
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