Diary Of A Busker Day 369 Friday May 17th 2013 Market Place, Romsey. Time: 11:25am -12:55pm What better way to start my 51st birthday than a spot of busking in a nearby picturesque market town? What better way indeed. I was actually thinking of coming here last Friday but it was raining, and, unlike in Winchester, with The Pentice, there’s… Read more →
Month: January 2014
Diary Of A Busker Day 368
Diary Of A Busker Day 368 Thursday May 16th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis. Time: 12:20-1:37pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:50-2:25pm One of my nameless old lady regulars says she would give me something but all she has is a £20 note, which she produces and waves in front of me, and this is just a few minutes… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 367
Diary Of A Busker Day 367 Saturday May 11th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 11:55-12:35pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:26-3pm 3. Opposite Bellis. Time: 3:48-5:23pm And there he is, like he said he would be – Marcus and his big Red Cross banner with his stitched on regiment badges, and today he’s wearing his full camouflage combat… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 366
Diary Of A Busker Day 366 Friday May 10th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Bellis/O2. Time: 12:55-2:30pm The sky’s cloudy for most of the time but the temperature is acceptable; 13 degrees (56 Fahrenheit). I set up a few feet from a Red Cross guy collecting money in a plastic bucket. Quite an old guy. These people are amiable enough… Read more →
Dairy Of A Busker Day 365
Diary Of A Busker Day 365 Thursday May 9th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:48-3:18pm A very windy day – the weather has “changed,” as they say. I feel a bit of an idiot because I’m used to at least a couple of people sitting outside Maison Blanc, but there’s no one today. It gets off to a… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 364
Diary Of A Busker Day 364 Tuesday May 7th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:42-3:20pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 4-4:45pm A man says ‘You look like Tommy Emmanuel’, after which I inform him that Mr. Emmanuel is no less than SEVEN years older than me, if you don’t mind. But it reminds me that although I’m doing… Read more →