Diary Of A Busker Day 587

Diary Of A Busker Day 587 Wednesday July 9th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite The Body Shop, Time: 1:30-2pm, 2. Opposite Gieves & Hawkes, Time: 2:07-3:37pm, 3. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 4-5pm).

It got off to a depressing start. Half an hour – that’s all I could take – smack dab in the middle of the High Street, and all I got was £1.73p. While I was packing up, Mr. Rutter walked by with an old lady – his wife, I’m assuming, or a friend (not his mother – she’d be 100, at least!) He stopped to say he’d ‘just been to an amazing concert: young musicians…’ All I could think of saying was, ‘Good. Better than being out here’, and with that, he walked off, poor bloke. I must remember to control my annoyance/anger, and not take it out on old people innocently passing by and/or remarking on how good someone else is.

One of the two coinage donors was that old woman whose name I still don’t know. The one who was going on about that song – Never Smile At A Crocodile, the other day. Well, she mentions it again, and I had to listen politely as she contributed. But that was just after I started, so I was in a good mood…especially after a lady complimented me, not on my playing but on my bike! Anyway, this crocodile song’s from Peter Pan, which, weirdly enough(!), I’m not familiar with. But I said I’d try and remember to look it up.

So, after a quick getaway, I started up at Gieves & Hawkes…after Wouldn’t It Be Nice, a couple in their 60s donated, the woman saying she’d seen The Beach Boys at Hampton Court not long ago. The other day, I was looking up who was still in them, so I asked her how many of the original ones were there (of the ones that aren’t dead, of course). I said I thought it was probably Mike Love, Bruce Johnson and Al Jardine. She didn’t know, so I said that Mike Love usually wears a baseball cap, and she said, ‘Oh, I think they were ALL wearing baseball caps!’, which really made me laugh, but she said, ‘They were amazing. I was dancing like I was sixteen again’. So there you go.

I sell a CD! It’s to one of a small group of foreign language students who passed me about five times, going in and out of the cathedral grounds. It was a boy wearing dark glasses and a hoodie: an appearance which quite unsettled me, actually, but he was OK. There you go (again), you can’t tell a book… He came up during Yellow Bird and just said, ‘CD’, so I explained I’d run out of the cheaper ones and showed him the £9 ones. He gave me a £10 note and refused the pound coin change. Well, the sale changed everything. I mean, an instant £8.50p profit in the bucket! It made the day. In fact, I stayed there an hour and a half because of that, during which time Mr. Rutter walked by, ignoring me. (‘You can talk to me now, I just sold a CD so I’m happy!’)

After the toilet break, coming out of the alleyway (that sounds like I went to the toilet there), I walked past an angry man on the phone – ‘No, I don’t want YOUR people phoning ME! I want to talk to the child protection officer NOW!’ Oh dear, there will never be peace in the world…

Hour THREE – I’m being quite strict in my timings today – was down at Oxfam, where I haven’t been for a bit: June 29th to be exact, and where I was still in an OK mood, due to the CD sale. Even the buses droning by didn’t get to me like they usually do. And I had a surprise while transferring the funds from the bucket to the new coinage receptacle: a little blue-ish square. A four-times folded fiver (serious alliteration, there) – who put that in? – I’ve got no idea, but thanks anyway, whoever you are.

Earnings: £41.76p (Including one CD and a 5 cent euro coin)

  1 comment for “Diary Of A Busker Day 587

  1. alex in San Jose
    12/06/2016 at 9:17 PM

    So you finally had a decent day.

    My income, averaged out over the 365 days of a year, comes out to $32 and change. The amount I could make doing an average of 1.5 hours “spare-changing” a day. But needless to say I’m not smart enough to do this, but instead had to study electronics ….

    A personage a fair number of your regulars are on familiar terms with, John Barleycorn, had been running my life for too many years and I’ve just a bit over a month ago evicted the bugger from my life. The upshot is, I’m saving money up now (on my princely $32 and change a day) and have been practicing the trumpet again. I’m hoping I can get up to $50 a day, I could live like a king on that – where ‘like a king’ means a domicile meant for human habitation and running water, not “givens” in “silicon valley”. Our social structure more resembles that of Mumbai than that of a first-world nation.

    The thing is, if I’d kept on drinking, It would just be letting ‘them’ win, wouldn’t it? Instead, let me live healthily to play on my trumpet the ‘Internationale’ when ‘they’ get their comeuppance!

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