Diary Of A Busker Day 409

Diary Of A Busker Day 409 Wednesday July 17th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:35-3:15pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:53-5:10pm).

A good start: after the second song – Londonderry Air, or Danny Boy, or whatever it’s called, a man on a disability scooter, who’d been listening on the other side of the bin I was next to, gave me a £5 note. So, Song Of The Day to Danny Boy, or Londonderry Air, or whatever it is.

I go to the bookshop in the break (I was just thinking, when it’s cold, the HMV Shop is the warmest place around, but when it’s hot, Waterstones is the coolest), and browse through a new book – Bicycle Chic. Plenty of photos of people, mainly from Copenhagen and Barcelona, on Dutch-style bikes. No one’s on an antique like mine.

I’m boycotting that toilet near the cathedral grounds until they sort out the scorchingly hot water situation, which I’ve contacted the council about. So if I really need to go to the toilet, I’ll have to use the one near the bookshop, which really stinks, or the one at Abbey Gardens. Fortunately, I don’t need it much in the warm weather. I wonder why that is…I’ll have to look it up sometime.

Down at Oxfam, it’s a bit slow…and I go into one of my weird depression things for a bit. I think it’s just an exaggerated case of embarrassment, actually. I keep my head down, nearly to the ground, in fact. It lasts about 20 minutes, until a lady buys a CD as a present for someone. Wow, one of my CDs might end up gift wrapped!

I employ the increasingly annoying sound of the buses to drown out the (increasingly annoying) wrong notes in Dixie McGuire, which I haven’t played for awhile. Not out here, anyway, although I’ve been doing it at home. It’s during that one, when I’m really concentrating, that the Drongo – the one who says he doesn’t know whether to throttle me or give me a million quid when he hears The Third Man – comes up with another memorable line. Initially, I’m really annoyed to be interrupted – the height of rudeness in my book, and feel like throttling HIM, but I grant him a reprieve because of his comment: ‘I can imagine, in thousands of years time, they’ll find your fossilised remains playing the guitar, and have you as an example of 21st century life in Britain’. Amusing, and somewhat disturbing at the same time.

Earnings: £33.90 (Including 1 CD)

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