Diary Of A Busker Day 236 Tuesday May 22nd 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite O2, Time: 2:17-3:42pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:57-5:02pm, 3. Corner of Marks & Spencer, Time: 5:36-6:23pmComing into the High Street, just down from the Westgate, I see someone I haven’t seen since last year. It’s Henry Gray, who will be 100 now, as I remember… Read more →
Month: May 2012
Diary Of A Busker Day 235
Diary Of A Busker Day 235 Saturday May 19th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:50-5:40pm I don’t usually come in on Saturdays. I was going to come in yesterday but due to having to wait in for a delivery of busking CDs, I couldn’t make it. In fact I could have, since the delivery guy came at 9… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 234
Diary Of A Busker Day 234 Wednesday May 16th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:08-2:08pm, 2. Opposite O2, Time: 3:05-5:14pm After my first session I take almost an hour’s break; quite a long time for me, but it’s a nice day and I want to do at least another hour. As it goes, I’ve done alright for… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 233
Diary Of A Busker Day 233 Tuesday May 15th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:42-3:01pmAs I begin my set, with Albatross, I notice a man sitting on the bench about 30 feet to my right. I’ve seen him a few times and I remember him because just after I started busking in Winchester he gave me a £10… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 232
Diary Of A Busker Day 232 Sunday May 13th 2012 Winchester High Street Corner of Marks & Spencers, Time: 3:33-5:40pm A few feet in front of The Buttercross and facing down the High Street is Tony, Winchester’s premier sax player. As I walk by I think I wouldn’t mind a photo of him for my album. I stop, get my… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 231
Diary Of A Busker Day 231 Tuesday May 8th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:02-4:15pm 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:56-6:25pmA bunch of girls sit on the steps of The Buttercross and listen to me (they’ve got no choice!) After a bit, three come over and contribute. I interrogate them and find out they’re Polish…after… Read more →