Diary Of A Busker Day 52 Thursday March 3rd Winchester High Street (opposite WH Smiths) Time: 1:50-2:48pm.
Like last Thursday, I came into town intending to sandwich a visit to Nurse Claire between two sessions, the surgery being nearby. However, it was so cold and windy that I aborted the second sitting and played for just under an hour for the grand total of…£3.35p. Of the hundreds who walked by, only four gave generously. Even a minister – of the cloth, not cabinet, ignored me as he walked (very) briskly by. The kindness of Catholicism? Hmmph! If I’d been thinking quick enough I would have launched into What A friend We Have In Jesus, but the cold had numbed my brain. The man who has a daughter who owns the place in Eastleigh where I played once stops for a chat about guitars and amplifiers. Has he reminded his daughter that I would welcome another gig? “Oh yes, and she said they all liked you. And you were cheap.” Too cheap maybe.
After my visit to Nurse Claire, I walked back and forth up the high street several times, undecided on what to do; brave the cold and wind and risk getting only £3 or even less, for another hours’ playing…or go home. I decided on the latter and vowed to never EVER forgive the people of Winchester.
Earnings: £3.35p