Diary Of A Busker Day 352 Tuesday April 9th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Bellis, Time: 1::32-3:32pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:30-5:45pm).
Although I intended to do one 1 hour spot, as usual I ended up doing more – twice as more in this case, although it certainly wasn’t because I was having a good session, money-wise, because it wasn’t. I took about £14 – well below the usual rate. A nice moment was when a man, Barry (not the Barry who collapsed, drunk and bleeding, he was about the same age, though – 60) came over from the bench he was sitting at, put in a pound, then stood by me, waiting for me to finish a song – so he could say something, I was supposing. I can’t remember what I was playing but I decided that I’d play Albatross next. Anyway, when I finished he said ‘Could you play Albatross?’. I told him I couldn’t believe it – that’s the one I was going to do! So, of course I played it and afterwards, well he liked it so much he gave me another pound. He said ‘That’s great, I think that’s worth another pound, and keep playing – you bring so much joy’. SO MUCH JOY!? Well ain’t that nice, I thought. I did thank him, too, especially as I’m still smarting somewhat from the other day – The Day Of 7p After 45 Minutes Hard Graft.
The temperature’s not too bad (8.5) and the wind’s OK, but even so, after the 2 hours my fingers are purple. I take refuge in the usual place of refuge – the Waterstones shop in the Brooks Centre, and read a couple of pages from a new edition of George Orwell’s Down And Out In London And Paris – the bit at the start where he describes some of the characters in the place where he’s holed-up. There was a ragged, dwarfish couple who sold cards, sealed in packets, as pornographic ones but they were actually photographs of chateau on the Loire – something the buyers wouldn’t discover until it was too late and of course none of them ever came back to complain. And this couple apparently hadn’t taken their clothes off for 4 years.