Trust a modern man to try to turn anything into a bureaucracy!!!!
And a soulless one at that!
Minstrelsy, of whatever subgenus, is a wandering profession. Face it: you couldn't make it on the road. You'd start complaining: Ooo, it's too cold! Oooo, it's too wet! Oooo, I'm hungry! Oooo, I want to sleep in a real bed! Oooo, I want a bath! Oooo, I wanna be Werner von Braun, and make weapons to kill people at a distance, while I sit all comfy in my armchair at home (surrounded by secretaries and other underlings, of course).
Chicken!
Again. my motto:
:-Phhhhttttttttt!
Joan the Goliard
Head Bloody But Unbowed |
