Diary Of A Busker Day 253

Diary Of A Busker Day 253 Wednesday June 27th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:48-3:59pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time : 4:11-5:20pm).
When it’s not ‘properly’ raining, it’s drizzle-ing and when it’s not all the time, it’s intermittant so I need some kind of shelter and all I can get is the somewhat shallow doorway of the Wellcome Gospel Hall, almost right opposite the Maison Blanc tables. Near me is a sandwich board sign advertising some kind of bible exibition and ‘free tea’ inside. I’m not sure but I think maybe the people inside think that because of my increasing closeness to the entrance, I’m slowly turning towards their way of thinking or some sort of ‘conversion’ – a big bloke comes out, puts a Jesus leaflet in my bucket and tries to entice me inside with the promise of “a cup of tea – it’s free, you know.” Maybe a bit later, when I’me finished here, I say.
The Slagging Off Of Frank campaign (SOOF) gains more momentum when a guy comes up and says the same thing as so many others: “I can’t tell what he’s playing!” I relate my theory – that whatever is under the keyboard part of his accordion is worn out, so the melody gets lost within all the rest of the sound created by the chord buttons. This man tells me HIS theory – “He just seems to pull at it too much (the extending and retracting of the ‘bellows’ with the right arm)…most accordion players I see – they don’t do it like he does. And the chords don’t seem to match the melody!”
Colin, who’s 65 next month drops by. I’m waiting to ask me to play at his party again – that’s why I learned When I’m Sixty-Four, which has since proved itself one of my more popular tunes. He sees the Jesus leaflet. “Yeah, I think because I’m in their doorway they think I’m going to go all religious.” “Yeah, I was going to say, maybe you’ve been converted!” “No, although I might get a cup of tea in a bit – they’ve invited me in.” …and so, a bit later, I do indeed go in. But I’m too late. It seems the ‘kindness of Catholicism’ doesn’t extend to extending the ‘free tea’ period by a further five minutes – “Oh sorry, that’s just finished for today. Are you here tomorrow, though?” Maybe, I say. And I was looking forward to that. Up the road, the weather’s cleared up – a bit. A man in his 40s stops in front of me and asks me if I’m famous. “Well, no. Although there’s some people who think I am – in Winchester, that is! I’m pretty well known in the high street. It’s all relative, isn’t it?” “Have you heard of Fred Dineage?” Strange question. “Oh yeah, sure – he’s been around for ages. Why? – you met him?” “Yeah.” “Really?” “Yeah. What do YOU do?” “Me? Well, I play this guitar.” Silence. “Er…do you want me to play you something?” “No, it’s alright” he says and walks off. Weird people…
Earnings: £32.29p + 1 cd.

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