Sometime back in the eighties, Pete Oswald and myself were busking every night in Hohestraße in Cologne. It was going great - warm weather, big crowds, folks singing along and I was inventing new routines every night. We overran the ten o'clock time limit night after night.One night, we were doing our encore at around a quarter past ten when a police car rolled up and stopped just behind the crowd. We had been politely told to stop at ten every previous evening for about a week. I winced at Peter and muttered something like,"We'll make it quick, quiet and then get the Hell out of here pronto!" We finished the song and as the applause died away we heard the crackle of the police car's loudspeakers being switched on. The anouncement was,"Would the two musicians be kind enough to sing another song for a couple of Cologne policemen!" Come on Larry, let's hear some of your stories.