At both ends....

Makes you feel something has gone wrong when you see the dawn and the sunset from the same bloody car park roof.

Saw my first ever busking indian today! In full warpath feathery outfit, didnt have my camera. He looked cool but he played the pan pipes? What possesses anyone to play or listen to pan pipe music (except tree hugging hippies who desperately want to appear spiritual and different)?

They sound like a cross between blowing across the neck of a bottle and the sound a recorder made when you shoved it up your nose and blew it as a kid at school! (everyone did it!).

Learn a proper bloody instrument.