Diary Of A Busker Day 251

Diary Of A Busker Day 251 Sunday June 24th Winchester High Street (1. opposite where Reflex used to be, Time: 5-6:27pm).
Another ‘spur-of-the-moment-late-Sunday-afternoon’ session. I was going to set up at the crossroads but the ice-ceam vendor is there, just opposite to where I usually play. Sometimes I don’t like to inflict my sound on people who are outside all day. It’s different with the people in the shops as it won’t be nearly as loud. So I’m going to spare him today and head further down. It’s not a bad day – no clouds so no rain…and I get a £5 note from a lady. Another lady who’s been sitting across the road at one of the Maison Blanc tables buys a cd, which is good. Another good thing is that no one comes up have a long conversation with me, thus depriving me of playing time and paying time although there are a number of songs I’m able to play while having a conversation – The Third Man, Albatross, Yellow Bird (sometimes).
A bunch of people – some adults, more children, tie a dog to a small bollard to my left and go into the new ‘trendy’ and ‘posh’ Jamie Oliver restaurant, Union Jack’s which is next door to the place I’m outside – C & A Fabrics. This dog looks like a docile one – I have fresh memories of the barking/snarling one I encountered in Reading earlier in the week – but after looking at me for a couple of songs, it lies down and goes to sleep. After some more songs five kids – one girl, four boys – come out of the restaurant and the girl says “We really loved your James Bond!” “Really – you know James Bond? You know the films?” “Oh yeah, we watch all of them!” “Right…so which one’s your favourite?” Instantly, she says “Octopussy.” “Really? Now, you know who plays James Bond in that one?” “Um…no.” “Because there are a few James Bonds, you know.” Silence. I inform them – “It was Roger Moore.” Silence. I decide against going into the ‘who do you prefer – Sean Connery/Roger Moore’ debate thing. They don’t care. I suddenly think how nice it would be to have a photo of some young people in my album – they’re all 80 year old men as it stands now! Of course, in England, no one’s allowed to take pictures of anything these days, especially children. Especially if they’re not your own. But I don’t care and I put it to them and yes, of course I can take a picture, with the dog too – the dog definately has to be in it. They write their names down on a bit of paper, including the dog’s – the girl, Olivia does this as the dog’s name is one I can’t understand – Groomow, it appears to be. So, there’s Olivia, Groomow and the boys are Fredo, Archie, Fin and Rory. Some are in the same family, the others are friends. Then someone comes out to say their food is ready so I say goodbye and tell them I’ll play Bond again before I leave. I give them twenty minutes (to have their meal!) then play it and they all come out again for another chat.
Earnings: £17.97p + 1 cd

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