Month: February 2017

Diary Of A Busker Day 650 Friday October 17th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:54-4:01pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:15-5:35pm). I’d been practising Sukiyaki so much, I decided to debut it: 3rd song in, so I must have been pretty confident. Of course, I know I can always rely on the bloody buses to cover up any bum notes,… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 649 Wednesday October 15th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 4:25-5:25pm). I was brave enough to venture out while the rain – or drizzle rather – took a break. Fortunately, the undercover Pentice/Butter Cross place, which I hadn’t been for awhile, was free. The first half-hour was OK, weather-wise: temperature – a bit chilly, but not… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 648 Tuesday October 14th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:42-3:48pm). It’s…Graduation Day! There’s loads of people…well, mainly young ones of the female sort, walking about with those hats that look like mortar boards. It’s a slow start, as it often is: a full FIVE songs before the first donation, from a man in a light-coloured… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 647 Saturday October 11th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavilion, Time: 2:15-4:15pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 4:32-5:32pm). When I got to Pavilion, my old mate Rick Tarrant was sitting outside the restaurant next door with a cup of coffee. I declined his invitation to join him as I wanted to start up. As he had his… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 646 Friday October 10th 2014 Hythe (Opposite Harvey’s Sandwich Bar/in front of Waitrose, Time: 10:55-1:10pm). 1st time with the bike, and the ride from the train station to Town Quay was pretty effortless – mainly along the cycle track. At the quay, I locked it up alongside a load of other bikes, then went in… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 645 Wednesday October 8th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 11:16-12:40pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:16-1:40pm, 3. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:14-2:55pm). I got down here early, as it was the time when the lady with the quadriplegic and the others said they’d be here… That bloke – Nick, who I wrote about years ago, popped… Read more →