My solution is to play music at a painful volume on a big ghetto blaster type of device (this is the clever bit): AND have a giant builders bucket clamped in yr fist, which you shake with a degree of quiet menace just in front of every person you see.

I average around £275 a day - £400 @ weekends.

Not sure if the hat, (on the left,) is stage attire for that dull ‘80’s girl-power-folk act, or for catching loose change out on the streets.

Don’t see a dog lead tho’

So it’s most likely the former.

Tough one.

What’ll happen is some guy’ll be sitting totally mad with paranoid frustration, staring at a cracked version of Ableton, too freaked to use them - Too scared to share them

It’s like the thief with a giant diamond - Can’t trust anyone to split it - starving in the sight of millions,

I had deleted permanently my thoughts on this until a raving freak came on the radio, gibbering like a mindless loony about AI & the fanciful future munificence that would pour forth from magic silicon chips.

If she’d just said ‘super-fast computers’ then people would properly understand her joy