Diary Of A Busker Day 618 Thursday August 21st 2014 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 4:24-5:40pm).
The temperature has got a bit cooler the last few days, which is of course giving me the BIG FEAR. I’m determined not to be doing this in the freezing cold. I think 4 years is enough for a 52 year old man.
A toddler dances around like a loony, near me, his mother egging him on. This goes on for 15 minutes, and I keep the stuff upbeat for the duration of the, er…dance. And what do I get in return? Nothing.
It looks like it’s going to start to rain the whole time. In fact, one of the C & H blokes looking out at the door says, ‘It’s going to pour down any minute’. That’s what I thought, but it never did. And the coinage? Almost £11 for an hour and 15 minutes; more than I thought I’d get, especially as there was hardly anyone about.