Month: January 2025

Day 2487

Diary Of A Busker Day 2487 Thursday January 30th 2024 Winchester.   Back out with the newish Aria classical/Spanish/nylon string guitar, now with an even newer strap button on the heel, courtesy of Mr. Hayward…and I redid the fretboard dots so they don’t look like they were done by a spac. The usual suspects are in place; The Two Henrys… Read more →

Day 2484

Diary Of A Busker day 2484 Wednesday January 22nd 2024 Winchester.   The top spot was taken so I went down to the crossroads (there’s a song there). There were two bins on the corner, outside Starbucks, and I was wondering whether they were going to come out and put some more there when a young bloke came out with… Read more →

Day 2482

Diary Of A Busker day 2482 Friday January 17th 2024 Winchester.   Continuing the amp drama of yesterday…I read that it might be an idea to squirt some electronic cleaning spray into the on/off switch so I was up bright and early to go to D & G where I parted with £20 for a big bottle of the stuff… Read more →

Day 2481

Diary Of A Busker Day 2481 Thursday January 16th 2024 Winchester.   Once again the top spot is free so once again the local shop owners are subjected to me…and I’m sure they will have been devastated my set is cut short but more of that later. An American man comes up and commits the unforgivable sin of talking to… Read more →

Day 2479

Diary Of A Busker Day 2479 Tuesday January 14th 2024 Winchester.   I remembered to come prepared with everything today – sun cream on my face, hand warmers in coat pockets…and flask of coffee. Fortunately, the temperature is up a few degrees, at a staggeringly tropical 9 degrees…and the Buttercross is free. A bunch of young people stand nearby, chatting… Read more →

Day 2477

Diary Of A Busker Day 2477 Sunday January 12th 2024 Winchester.   An almost tropical day, with temperatures reaching a sweltering FOUR degrees. I was in town in the morning and Rob was setting up at the top spot so I thought I’d give him a few hours and come back later, in the afternoon, but when I did, Gareth… Read more →