Diary Of A Busker Day 512 Sunday February 23rd 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:18-3:48pm).
Three songs in and no donations, then a bloke comes up to ask me all about busking – he’s thinking of trying it. I do my best to dissuade him, and because of the coinage (lack of) situation, he’s sort of got me at a bad time, mood-wise. I say ‘I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone, and when it’s cold…’ – here I start shaking my head! I should get a bloody acting award, for drama.
Someone I haven’t seen for awhile – Bertie, waves to me. I reckon he only comes in on the weekends, these days. I would have gone into The Sweeney Theme, but I only ever played it that one time in Romsey, and at Bertie’s request. In fact, that was the only reason I learnt it – to play to him! I’m thinking I should maybe resurrect it – I mean, alot of the older folks’ll know it.
An extremely short old woman comes up. This is the second time I’ve seen her – she walked by a few minutes before but didn’t stop. This time she does, and says ‘Yer not just strumming away, yer playing music!’ So I thank her for noticing I’m playing music(!), then she contributes, so I thank her again.