Month: February 2014

Diary Of A Busker Day 376

TweetDiary Of A Busker Day 376 Sunday May 26th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 2:25-3:58pm 2. Opposite Bellis. Time: 4:08-5:10pm Another day of fine weather – I reckon 60 degrees Fahrenheit is the perfect temperature for fingerstyle playing. Song Of The Day is definitely Yellow Bird, as it secured a £5 note from a woman, and even… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 375

TweetDiary Of A Busker Day 375 Saturday May 25th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 12:25-1:35pm 2:10-3:42pm 2. Opposite River Island. Time: 4:18-5pm 3. Opposite Bellis. Time: 5:05-6:05pm It’s the first set, opposite Maison Blanc, and the young waiter is working today and once again fails to acknowledge me so I’m going to go over and sort out… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 374

TweetDiary Of A Busker Day 374 Thursday May 23rd 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:40-4:35pm A woman buying a CD thinks I’ve got a west country accent, which means I have to go through the ‘I used to live in Canada but I left a long time ago to seek my fame and fortune, etc..’ part of my… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 373

TweetDiary Of A Busker Day 373 Wednesday May 22nd 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:10-2:25pm 2. Opposite Bellis/O2. Time: 2:50-4:50pm The day starts off pretty much like how yesterday ended, in other words, a terrible rate of pay. I get very depressed about it all and I think my mind goes a bit weird and I try… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 372

TweetDiary Of A Busker Day 372 Tuesday May 21st 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:05-4:05pm I don’t know if it was the way I was sleeping but I woke up with a really aching left shoulder…and my left hip has been playing up again. I bet it’s all this carting my stuff around….and on top of all that,… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 371

TweetDiary Of A Busker Day 371 Sunday May 19th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Oxfam. Time: 2:45-4:30pm There are a bunch of cops; three men, two women, hanging around in the road a few feet up from me. One of the men  drifts near to me so I ask him what the congregation is in aid of? ‘There’s a procession… Read more →