OK, so many people have given me advice and help over the last couple of months that I have decided to let you all know how it went, if you're interested!
Well, Saturday morning dawned, and it was cold, windy and raining. (Or perhaps I am just being a whinging Pom... Cheers LDR. Anyway, knives that went straight up came down 2 or 3 metres aways from me, causing a few problems...) Found the pitch, and was pleased to note that it had been carefully located, right at the crossroads of the precinct street and a side road: in other words, it was in a wind tunnel. Needless to say, I moved out of the way fairly quickly...
Perhaps it is due to our inherent nature as "whinging Poms," but nobody wanted to stop and watch a juggler at all. It wasn't that people would have a quick peek and then move on; they never even looked at me- noses held high in the air, or concealed under umbrellas, they just walked on by...
Having established that I couldn't get a crowd, a drunk started to pick a fight with another drunk about 10 metres away from me. They drew a bigger crowd than I did, much to my dismay! The fight was broken up, and both quickly disappeared down the street but it was not the end of them... My next idea was actually my most successful- I started juggling, and just yelled out "Come on then, wanna fight?" as loudly as I could, and everybody looked my way! But, despite seeing somebody juggling knives, balanced on a unicycle, wearing a bright orange vest in the middle of a storm, nobody showed any interest whatsoever. But then it's normal, obviously.
If that had been the end of it, then it would have been ok- but a certain drunk person, with whom I was acquainted earlier, showed up again, even more worse for wear. Staggering through my crowd (both of whom moved aside to let him through anyway), he grabbed a club, and began throwing it about. I decided at first just to leave him, and carried on juggling, but (for the second time!) the drunk gathered more onlookers than I had. A slightly intoxicated gent throwing a club up in the air and allowing it to hit him on the head brought the main street to a standstill. Then a police officer removed him discreetly, causing the crowd to disappear AGAIN!
So, the results... Just over £5- which I guess wasn't too bad for a first effort
Realisation that when people can't be bothered to stop, vocal humour doesn't work- situational humour seems to be the way forward for me, then
A chest cold
BUT I AM GOING TO BE DOING IT AGAIN; AND NEXT TIME, I WILL NOT BE BEATEN... At least, not beaten too much.
Thanks for all your advice- I can finally now say that I'VE DONE IT.
Cheers,
Neil
Well, Saturday morning dawned, and it was cold, windy and raining. (Or perhaps I am just being a whinging Pom... Cheers LDR. Anyway, knives that went straight up came down 2 or 3 metres aways from me, causing a few problems...) Found the pitch, and was pleased to note that it had been carefully located, right at the crossroads of the precinct street and a side road: in other words, it was in a wind tunnel. Needless to say, I moved out of the way fairly quickly...
Perhaps it is due to our inherent nature as "whinging Poms," but nobody wanted to stop and watch a juggler at all. It wasn't that people would have a quick peek and then move on; they never even looked at me- noses held high in the air, or concealed under umbrellas, they just walked on by...
Having established that I couldn't get a crowd, a drunk started to pick a fight with another drunk about 10 metres away from me. They drew a bigger crowd than I did, much to my dismay! The fight was broken up, and both quickly disappeared down the street but it was not the end of them... My next idea was actually my most successful- I started juggling, and just yelled out "Come on then, wanna fight?" as loudly as I could, and everybody looked my way! But, despite seeing somebody juggling knives, balanced on a unicycle, wearing a bright orange vest in the middle of a storm, nobody showed any interest whatsoever. But then it's normal, obviously.
If that had been the end of it, then it would have been ok- but a certain drunk person, with whom I was acquainted earlier, showed up again, even more worse for wear. Staggering through my crowd (both of whom moved aside to let him through anyway), he grabbed a club, and began throwing it about. I decided at first just to leave him, and carried on juggling, but (for the second time!) the drunk gathered more onlookers than I had. A slightly intoxicated gent throwing a club up in the air and allowing it to hit him on the head brought the main street to a standstill. Then a police officer removed him discreetly, causing the crowd to disappear AGAIN!
So, the results... Just over £5- which I guess wasn't too bad for a first effort
Realisation that when people can't be bothered to stop, vocal humour doesn't work- situational humour seems to be the way forward for me, then
A chest cold
BUT I AM GOING TO BE DOING IT AGAIN; AND NEXT TIME, I WILL NOT BE BEATEN... At least, not beaten too much.
Thanks for all your advice- I can finally now say that I'VE DONE IT.
Cheers,
Neil

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