Diary Of A Busker Day 249

Diary Of A Busker Day 249 Wednesday June 20th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:30-4:01pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 4:30-6:15pm
An old regular appears and I can’t remember his name…and he’s in my photo album! I’m sure it begins with W. ‘It’s um…Wally, isn’t it?’ I know it’s something like that. He says ‘yes’ but rather vaguely. A girl wearing a very short skirt walks by – ‘They’ll be showing their bare arses in twenty years,’ says…Wally. ‘With any luck, eh?’ I say. Across the road, where the entrance to the Reflex shop was, there are two workmen drilling and sanding big bits of wood. They’re making a lot of noise, especially when the bloke switches the electric sander on. When he does, I stop playing – there’s no point. Wally looks at the half-demolished shop front – ‘What’s that going to be…a brothel?’ What? In Winchester? You’re joking! Wally says he’s going over the road to a charity shop and waves goodbye. As he disappears into the shop, I remember his name. It’s Walter, not Wally. He took it well, though,  mean if my name was Walter and someone called me Wally I’m afraid I’d have to correct them straight away.
Later on, at the other end of the road, Otto’s in town, and back to looking really rough again. I watch him stagger up towards me and wonder what’s going to happen now! He goes easy on me, though – ‘y’know any Marvin Gaye?’ which is a change from ‘y’know any rock ‘n’ roll/Chuck Berry/Jimi Hendrix?’ But no, sorry. Halfway through, a young mother sits on the bench holding her baby girl, who seems happy enough and who looks at me now and again while she’s been bounced about. After an hour they leave and I think, ‘that’s a bit mean, she could have given me something.’ A few minutes later she comes back and asks if I’ve got change for a ten pound note. Of course, what would she like? She wants eight pounds back. ‘Anyone who can stop my baby from crying is good by me,’ she says. So I WAS serving a useful purpose, after all! ‘Oh, that’s good. She enjoyed it, did she?’ I say. ‘Yes, she was going to clap when you finished every song but no one else did, so she didn’t!’ ‘Ahh,’ I say, then to the baby, ‘never be afraid to clap!’
Earnings: £30.57

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