I've never actually had this job...
But Town Cryer, must be piss-easy.

I was walking around Oxford today, and recently, the Town Cryer has been stood in the middle, occasionally shouting something about the place, then resuming with the standing around.

He gets to appear in lots of people's photos, and points them in the right direction, and that is about it.

He also gets to wear a pretty natty ensemble. I wish I could get away with a Dickensian get up.

He has the easiest job in the world.
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Wed 15 Sep 2010, 14:11, 7 replies)

I bet
if I stood in the middle of Oxford in silly clothes and started shouting at passers-by that I'd get arrested
(Smale is stuffed, Wed 15 Sep 2010, 14:55, closed)

Oh Yeah!

( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Wed 15 Sep 2010, 15:07, closed)

They made the Kool-Aid guy Town Crier?

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Wed 15 Sep 2010, 18:55, closed)

It's Oxford.
When you leave, you wonder how people can function in Normal-land.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 10:22, closed)

Agreed
Shouting random things in the middle of the street is nothing unusual here.

Last week hear a bloke screaming at his girlfriend, in the middle of the day, about how she forgot his prescription for meds, so he was going to have to score off his dealer, now.

He seemed like a pleasant chap.
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Thu 16 Sep 2010, 11:06, closed)

HEAR YE HEAR YE
Yes the Tesco's is just down the road second left.
(Sadarse works like Mist condensing mud flaps, Wed 15 Sep 2010, 16:21, closed)

Our town crier lived the part
He used to make himself weskits and cloaks and wore a tricorne hat and full whiskers. Never saw him in modern clothes, even when the post was done away with in a spending cut.

Loved the sun, he did, and sunbathed naked every summer, upsetting his less open-minded neighbours.

He died of good old-fashioned complications of diabetes a few years back, after travelling in my sister's ambulance a few times with a stinky gangrenous leg. She doesn't miss him!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 10:52, closed)