Day 2583

Diary Of A Busker Day 2583 Wednesday July 23rd 2025 Winchester.   First thing’s first, today’s the debut appearance of a new guitar. And it actually really IS a new one, not second or third or fifth hand. The reason; I used the white Squier at a private gig and it sounded crap through my Fender Champion 40 amp. I… Read more →

Day 2582

Diary Of A Busker Day 2582 Sunday July 20th 2025 Winchester.   Gareth is a the top spot and that bloke with the real upright piano is in MY usual Sunday spot in The Square. The nerve! However, the flowerman’s alleyway spot opposite Marks & Spencer is free AND in the shade. Anyway, I’m hoping to do better than yesterday…first… Read more →

Day 2581

Diary Of A Busker day 2581 Saturday July 19th 2025 Winchester.   No one at The Buttercross but The Square looks more profitable as there are loads of people outside all the eateries and pubs. It’s another warm day, or rather evening, as I start just after 5 o’clock, so I’m without a jacket but with a waistcoat (black, with… Read more →

Day 2577

Diary Of A Busker Day 2577 Wednesday July 9th 2025 Chichester.   Back to Chichester, but not for long… Another early arrival but not early enough as there are already three lots of buskers in place; a young woman opera singer near The Cross (it’s market day so stalls everywhere, including one in front of The Cross), and two guitarists… Read more →

Day 2575

Diary Of A Busker Day 2575 Saturday July 5th 2025 Southampton.   I don’t think I’ve ever played in Southampton on a Saturday but I’ll do anything to avoid the dreaded Hat Fair back home. The first thing I notice is it’s twice as noisy…because there are twice as many people about. The second thing is it’s a hell of… Read more →

Day 2574

Diary Of A Busker Day 2574 Friday July 4th 2025 Winchester.   Two young blokes are at The Buttercross singing My Way in an operatic style…and Don Lavelle’s continuing with his latest painting which is coming together rather well now. Not much happening in The Square and there’s a stall set up at the crossroads but I find a spot… Read more →