Diary Of A Busker Day 694 Saturday February 21st 2015 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavilion, Time: 2:36-3:25pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:32-4:25pm, 3. Opposite The Body Shop, Time: 4:55-5:45pm).
Mr. Jackson and his rockabilly trio, of which he is one, are rockabillying at The Butter Cross, just a tad too loudly, I thought. Any louder and I wouldn’t have been able to set up around the corner. The blonde bitch shut the door on me at 2:40 precisely, a mere four minutes after I started…and at precisely 2:54, my left arm received a passing pigeon’s excrement. Nice one.
A couple walk past, then the man comes back, says he’s seen a photo of me in the Winchester Pics Facebook page, and donates a pound. Fame at last. I got bored before the hour, so I packed up and headed down the road, where I haven’t been for awhile. I got through almost an hour and packed up when it started to rain. Took a break in Waterstones, looked through the usual war books, saw a photo of the tunic Franz Ferdinand was shot in – I don’t know why but it looked quite fetching! – then looked at a new book on Marilyn Monroe, which had that awful picture of her face after the autopsy. Why do they have to put that in all the books?
Half an hour later, I opt for the other end of The Pentice (I thought I’d give the bloke in the O2 shop a break from me), where at least I’ll be OK if it rains. A young guy handed me a Polar chocolate bar, or, “chocolate sandwich bar by Sainsbury’s” as it says on the wrapper (blue, with a polar bear on a scooter). I said ‘What’s this?’ as he went to put it in the bucket. He said ‘Sorry, I haven’t got any money’.
I’m then approached by a young couple who ask if I’ll play at their wedding soon. I said sure, then he asked how much for two hours, so I said ‘Would £200 be OK?’ I could tell be their expressions that it certainly wouldn’t be OK. I should have then said ‘Right, how about £300?’ Anyway, I said ‘How about £180? – is that better?’ She says ‘Well, yes…of course, that’s…anything’s better…’ So I gave the usual lecture I give when confronted with this sort of thing: people think I’m really cheap because I’m out here with a bucket, etc.. I said ‘You’re very welcome to go on the internet and have a look at what solo instrumentalists charge because you won’t find anyone for less than £200, usually a lot more’.