Diary Of A Busker Day 2302 Wednesday January 31st 2024 Winchester High Street
Not too cold a day (10 degrees) but there’s quite a wind stirring up so it feels a bit colder than it should.
There was a bloke on a sax with backing tracks at the top spot and down near Sainsbury’s, a very loud generator, so I doubled back up to the crossroads where it was very fucking windy, indeed.
After a boy contributed during the first song, the coinage dried up. In fact, it was never wet…not until just before the hour, when it started to drizzle, prompting a man to remark ‘It’s gonna start soon – the rain. You need a gazebo – a mini one!’ He’s not wrong but I can’t carry anything else! Anyway, after playing in the drizzle for five minutes and getting my splendid Cadillac green guitar all wet, I admitted defeat and packed up.
On the way back, cycling down Jewry Street, a drongo shouted ‘You got crap on the floor!’ I had no idea what he meant but I pulled over to inspect my person and new/second hand Pashley bike and it turns out the “crap” was a bungee cord which was hanging off the rear rack and down to the pavement – the “floor”. So, apart from forgetting some music, I forgot to secure the bloody suitcase to the rack. But that made me laugh – ‘you got crap on the floor’. I suppose it’s better than ‘your bungee is dangling’ which sounds a bit dodgy.
Speaking of forgetting stuff, I messed up one of the bits after the verses in The Lambeth Walk and I still couldn’t remember it second time round. I think I’ve got Alzheimer’s, or rather I thought I did but I went to the doctor a few weeks ago and he said I didn’t because he asked me the name of the town I live in and the country and I got them both right.
On a better note (as it were), I did a fully-remembered Life On Mars?, including the terror-inducing string bit at the end.