Diary Of A Busker Day 349 Friday April 5th 2013 Winchester High Street, corner of Monsoon. Time: 2-3:15pm Temperature: 8.5 degrees. On the way in, I come across the mandolin busker playing under the Westgate – the first time I’ve ever seen anyone playing there. I mean, it’s so far away from the hub of excitement and entertainment; The Buttercross,… Read more →
Month: December 2013
Diary Of A Busker Day 348
Diary Of A Busker Day 348 Tuesday April 2nd 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:15-2:15pm 2. Corner of Monsoon. Time: 3-4:30pm That mandolin player is up at Barclays; very windy there, and there are a couple of strummers near the middle spot, so it’s down to C&H which is also very windy and cold although this is… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 347
Diary Of A Busker Day 347 Monday April 1st 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:10-4:10pm I have another chat with Rob, who’s at his usual spot in front of The Buttercross. We get on to the subject of the Timpsons man; Rob says that sometimes he’s alright. In fact, a couple of times, Rob’s actually gone in his… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 346
Diary Of A Busker Day 346 Saturday March 30th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Oxfam. Time: 12:20-1:22pm, 2:25-3:37pm At the top of the High Street, outside Barclays Bank, there’s a bloke singing with a guitar and harmonica and that’s enough to be getting on with, I reckon. At The Buttercross there are a lot of young people wearing blue T-shirts,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 345
Diary Of A Busker Day 345 Friday March 29th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis/O2. Time: 1:13-2pm 2. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:30-3:05pm A really busy Friday afternoon but as I well know, it doesn’t always relate to an abundance of coinage and I still hold with my theory; people get caught up in the forward moving throng, and there’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 344
Diary Of A Busker Day 344 Thursday March 28th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 3-4:20pm At The Buttercross, there’s the same bunch of young people, or students, that were annoying me a few weeks ago. In particular, that ugly, fat girl who was walking by strumming a guitar…and she’s doing it again. I carry on walking…past the mandolin… Read more →