Month: March 2024

Day 2330

Diary Of A Busker Day 2330 Friday March 22nd 2024 Winchester High Street.   I finally did it. I got through a rendition of Julia Florida and made it to the end. It was my fourth attempt in as many days AND I made only one mistake – a bloody miracle. AND it secured three donations, earning me £4, which… Read more →

Day 2329

Diary Of A Busker Day 2329 Thursday March 21st 2024 Winchester High Street.   Rick Tarrant and his banjoist buddy are at the top spot and there’s a bloke a bit younger than me inbetween them and the crossroads – a bit to near for me to set up there, so after chatting with Don Lavelle at the crossroads (he’s… Read more →

Day 2328

Diary Of A Busker Day 2328 Wednesday March 20th 2024 Winchester High Street.   It’s weird the things that suddenly come into your mind. I was cycling down North Walls and thinking I hadn’t seen that awful shouting man, Gary Page, for months, and ten seconds later I hear a shouting and it’s him, on the pavement on the other… Read more →

Day 2325

Diary Of A Busker Day 2325 Thursday March 14th 2024 Winchester High Street.   15 minutes into the set at the top spot and then the sound of the loudest thing I’ve ever heard comes from the building site opposite, courtesy of BVL Scaffolding. Fuck knows what it was as I couldn’t see anything. The only thing I can think… Read more →

Day 2324

Diary Of A Busker Day 2324 Wednesday March 13th 2024 Winchester High Street.   Nine days ago, after doing an hour, I went to stand up off the stool and the pain in my lower back on the left side was so excruciating, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bend down to pack up, I had to kneel on the… Read more →

Day 2318

Diary Of A Busker Day 2318 Sunday March 3rd 2024 The Square, Winchester.   The usual suspects are about; Rob at the top spot and Meeta down at the crossroads, so it’s The Square, where I haven’t been for some time. A cold day but no chance of rain, which is saying something. I need to sort this fucking useless… Read more →