Diary Of A Busker Day 520 Wednesday March 12th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:58-1:29pm, 2. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:40-3:13pm).
Just after I started, Kai turns up – I think he comes from Guildford – he wants to know if I mind if he sets up at the end of The Pentice, nearby. I know he likes that spot, in fact, when he plays here, I’ve never seen him anywhere else, so I say that’s fine. But I think he’s a bit concerned about me hearing him, as it’s quite nearby…and actually he IS quite loud, especially with that big cassette machine with his orchestral tracks, minus the 1st. violin, of course. He must be able to hear me, too. I toy with the idea of asking him to turn down but I don’t want to do that – Kai’s a great player and a nice bloke as well. No, I don’t want to do it: I’d rather move somewhere else, which is what I do after half an hour…and after a short break to look over some books in Waterstones: war books, naturally.
I set up in The Square, which is dotted by the usual suspects: Legless Brian outside The Eclipse, and Posh BrYan someways to my right, with his posh red wine, outside the (posh) place I need to find the name of. Which reminds me, the place he’s sitting outside of, is next to a place called La Place, another posh eatery. In fact, I only know the name of that one because, in front of it were sitting a couple of women in their late 50s, maybe early 60s, and they came over twice. Firstly, to say they really liked what I play, then at the end, to say they told the people who run the place (La Place) that they enjoyed the music.
When they said that, I thought ‘I’m going to go in and give them a card’, which I did, to a rather vacant waitress. Maybe I should have asked to see the boss. Maybe I’ll go back. I forgot, one time, one of the ladies came over with a request – ‘Do you know anything from Mamma Mia?’ – spare me, please! But it didn’t surprise me – she looked like the kind of person who’d be into that: rather big, middle-aged, dyed black hair – a bit old for all that, way too much make-up, loud – I believe it can be called ‘bubbly’ – personality. Why didn’t she just say ‘Do you know any Abba songs?’
As I was walking off, a woman ran after me holding two coins: a £2 and a £1 – that makes £3, in my book – and said ‘We were sitting at the table, we just wanted to say how much we enjoyed your music’ – a lovely gesture for the recently departed, I thought.