Diary Of A Busker Day 2593 Wednesday September 3rd 2025 Winchester.
The rain has stopped and the top spot’s free and they were spared me on Monday so why not? First number is the Gymnopedie then Everybody Wants To Rule The World and I’ve almost sorted out a little guitar break – it’s coming together. When I started, a man sitting on the steps behind me gave me the thumbs up but then drifted off at the end, without further acknowledgement, never mind donation. Speaking of which, that bloke from Monday who thought I was 73 walked by. I knew it was him as he had on the same T-shirt with his gut sticking out. He knew it was me as I was also dressed the same. He looks at me; not a nod or smile or ANY acknowledgement. People are strange. Not my words but the words of Jim Morrison!
Posh Sarah emerges from Nero’s – Wednesday is her coffee meeting days. I reckon they have a bit of cake, too. ‘Oh Marvin, I hope it doesn’t rain.’ ‘It probably will but I’m OK for the time being, Sarah.’ The coinage isn’t OK, though. It’s not through lack of people, including those filming and taking photos, more often than not, Chinese women and usually from behind or the side, where they think I can’t see them. When I do, I just lock into their camera and smile. I mean, what’s the point of getting angry about it (“it” being people taking photos and not donating). There’s no point. It’s not going to get me any more money, looking angry.
The last number was Julia Florida, which I hadn’t played in more than two weeks and it fucking showed as I messed up a couple of bits. Right at the end it started raining so that was that. The coinage was even worse than yesterday. A lot worse, in fact. I collected £4.50 for an hour and twenty minutes. For shame, Winchester!