Diary Of A Busker Day 211

Diary Of A Busker Day 211 Sunday March 18th Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:58-6:05pm).
A last minute decision to do an hour or an hour and a half – if it’s going well. There aren’t many about, though – it’s Mother’s Day and I suspect many people have got their mothers down for a meal at home. It soon gets quite cold, although the sun was out (a bit) when I started. I see five young men approaching from my left – they’re still far off but I can see there’s something weird about their faces. As they get nearer I can see they’ve all got their faces painted as animals like what six year olds do at parties. The one in front is a “tiger”. He’s very short and wears red trousers and I don’t know what it is but I despise this lot already, especially tiger-man. Even so, I need money and I smile at everyone, always. Maybe tigerman read my mind as when they pass, he puts his hand over the top of my bucket and releases some imaginary change. “Ha Ha!” he says as they walk off, looking at his mates for approval – as if he thinks he’s the first person ever to play that trick. “Yeah, that was treally funny!” I shout down the road.
After an hour in the cold, I can’t feel my right thumb. My plastic thumbpick cuts off alot of circulation anyway, so I’m going to call it a day – and there is no one heading my way about in either direction, just a few disapearing in the distance but £6.51 isn’t too bad for hardly anyone being about, for an hour.
Earnings: £6.51p.

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