AIBU in thinking living statue people are wasting their lives?

[TiggyD]

They probably think what they're doing is art. I dare say they wander round beforehand trying to get into character or some such bollocks, but all they do is stand still and hope people look at them. Well I don't like them. Can you imagine meeting one at a party?
Worthwhile human: "What do you do?"
Worthless entity: "I stand very still. The other day I stood very still for 4 hours. The stories I could tell you about standing still...Where are you going?! Come back!!!"
They're sad attention seeking people with no skills.

Ignore them!

Christ, OP, you'd LOVE Barcelona [grin[

There's Dracula who, for a few coins, would sit up, slowly, in his coffin, look around, lay down again.

The white porcelein man sitting on.his toilet reading thepaper - haven't seen his 'trick' as nobody will dare give him any money!

Then there's the blue thing from that Ridley Scott blue tree film about the Naffoffs, or something.

I prefer watching the card sharks and tricksters and pickpockets - sure they earn more than £400 a day!

They creep me out so much! There's one who squeaks a horrible creepy squeak, there's something in his mouth. And he has a fucking gun. I hate walking past them and have made a fool of myself running away from one after he got off his box. If you're going to be a human statue, stay still and don't get off your box! It's terrifying.

I've also seen a few of those ones that are just people in a sheet and a hat with a white painted face, handing out lollies. They don't even stand still, they just be there acting like the ghost of a child snatcher.

Pogosticks Great idea!

Town criers are worse. shouting adverts at the top of their lungs and rinung a bell in your face. I've gone right off our town centre since we got one here, there's no avoiding them.

I still haven't forgiven one of the street "artists" in Covent garden for shouting some really nasty abuse at me ten years ago infront of a huge crowd.

He'd got like 500 people gathered round him as he was about to do a tightrope walk between some lamp posts. Toddler dd was bursting for the loo so rather than walk round the massive crowd blocking the square I ran through the clear space between the crowd and him.

He was really abusive. I wish I'd stopped and pointed out he was causing an obstruction but I think dd would have wet herself.

I like street theatre, far more entertaining than some of the shite on TV. That said I can't bear Mime Artists they should really be encouraged to become extinct.

i like them

If you dont like them, i suggest you dont become one

Seriously?

Given there are people who do appreciate them and give them money to make it worth their while, YABU to expect everyone to like the same things as you. They are doing no harm and the world would be a boring place if they was no variety in it.

Our town used to have a self appointed town crier. No one asked him to do it, no one wanted him to do it. He used to turn up to school fairs and things and shout and ring his bell. And was always in the newspaper moaning that the council wouldn't buy him new robes - wtaf?!

If you don't like Mime artists try watching Tangled, it will change your mind, there is a hilarious getaway scene.

I met one once. He was traveling across Europe and the job paid his way. He was young and having fun.

Lol at conquita 'mumbling loudly its pretty obvious they have some sort of contraption in their trouser legs/arse that gives them support'. What sort of trouser/arse contraption could that actually be and where do you buy them??

I bet they taste like chicken...

Banana I believe the grey sit down statuettes are using a similar contraption to the one that magician uses where he levitates with one arm holding onto a No. 73 bus. It took me about 10 seconds to figure it out, the crowds that dominate the streets in awe of them act as though they are Jesus's turning water into wine.

I don't like them. But then I guess they think are being creative. And earning a living or summat.

Can't be arsed to judge this. It's pretty benign.

:) Plinth rats! I love that name and shall use it from now on. having briefly lived next door to a plinth rat I can tell you he got all painted up, covered his car seat in bin bags and drove as close as he could then touched his paintwork up.

I was a living statue one summer...

Whatever happened to one-man-bands?