Diary Of A Busker Day 464 Friday October 18th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Bellis, Time: 12:45-2:15pm).
A ‘farewell’ session, before the cruise ship gig with two scousers* and a West Midlands copper**. In fact, I have to leave tonight for Coventry, as the flight from Birmingham to Italy is at a ridiculously early time in the morning, which seems to be the ‘norm’ for these sort of things.
I see Delia – it’s Friday, after all – and tell her about my imminent departure and trip, which I know she’ll be interested in, being from Italy and all that. She says she last went there in 1983, when her father was dying. Her brother died 12 years later, apparently, but she doesn’t say if she went back for that…or if he even died/was buried over there! She says ‘kiss the ground for me…and watch your pocket’. We say goodbye and I spend the next half-hour watching two girls on the bench opposite. One’s quite pretty, one’s not. The one who’s not paints the pretty one’s fingernails blue.
After the 1st Gnossienne, a woman comes up to ask the name. She says she saw some film of a tightrope walker (a tightropeist?) walking between the World Trade Centre buildings, and they had that playing. So I start talking about Satie and, naturally, mention my feeling of a certain kinship, seeing as we share the same birthday, 96 years apart, of course. She then says she shares the same birthday as her son’s wife, so there you are.
* Chris and Dave