Diary Of A Busker Day 17 Wednesday December 29th Winchester High Street (opposite WH Smiths) Time: 12:10 – 3:10pm.
Continuing mild weather = a long session! Played more or less non-stop, although the air was quite damp – my yellow guitar dusting cloth was more wet than dry after awhile. Familiars such as ‘Ragtime’ Phillip stopped to say ‘hello’, also Marika, the lady I met in Southampton, turned up. When I met her before, she was with her grandson. This time she was with her husband, who didn’t speak to me. Perhaps he was German and didn’t know any English.
Another familiar face, the guy who put the Rizla packet in my hat last week. He was standing behind me, for a few minutes, then came to the front and put a Ferrero Rocher chocolate in my hat, then went off, came back and put in one of those slim Corona cigarillos in the hat. So, no money, but something I can eat and smoke, although I would have preferred a Romeo y Juliet, Cohiba, Churchill or evan a Jose L. Piedra. Then, finally, 20 minuters later, he’s back again! This time plonking in front of me a cup of what might be, or might have been, coffee. But it’s been half drunk and there are two round mothball sized things floating in it. I reckon they’re picked onions. I take the chocolate and cigarillo home, but leave the mysterious drink behind. Weird, freakish people.
Earnings: £25.67p.