Melbourne in the 80's and 90's, before you were born you little whipper snapper, used to be the busking capital of the country. There would be buskers on every corner day and night doing all sorts of shit. Those buskers usually caught public transport home and the weird and strange of those people would often do their acts on the train. Half the carriage would sit there like the bloke on Last Train To Freo, watching but looking away each time they were seen. Others got involved. Carriages of all sorts of acts was the norm for so long. It was great. Then the City of Melbourne pretty much taxed buskers out of the area.