Author: Marvin

Day 2677

Day 2677 Saturday April 18th 2026 Winchester Another walk into town but I can’t be arsed with the heavy Faith case so it’s back to the light and floppy gigbag. And it’s finally warming up so no waistcoat today. No one at the top spot, which, because of the scaffolding around the Buttercross, now seems to be the bit next… Read more →

Day 2676

Day 2676 Thursday April 16th 2026 Winchester I sometimes get paranoid about taking that expensive Faith 12-string on my back on the bike because I reckon it’s only a matter of time before I go arse over tit and injure (or kill) both of us. I mean, I drive pretty safely but you never know what some idiot in a… Read more →

Day 2675

Day 2675 Friday April 3rd 2026 Winchester I meant to go out a bit earlier but, same old story, it kept drizzling. I opted for Nando’s even though the fruit and veg bloke was doing his interminable shouts of ‘Strawberries, three punnets for a fiver!’ I bet he was right pleased to see me, and hear me blast over his… Read more →

Day 2674

Day 2674 Thursday April 2nd 2026 Winchester Down at the crossroads, it’s heaving with people…and lots of children off school. I have two visitors/well-wishers. Firstly, a man who’s thinking of busking for charity with his wife. He asks if he needs permission. I say he doesn’t, well not here in Winchester – ‘You do in other places like Oxford and… Read more →

Day 2673

Day 2673 Tuesday March 31st 2026 Winchester That young keyboard bloke is at the Buttercross again, and I’m approving of his choice of music – Chopin’s Opus 9 No.1 Nocturne. What an appropriate thing to hear just before our impending Palma/Valldemossa trip next week. A Prelude even! I’m down at Nando’s and it’s a warm day. So warm I even… Read more →

Day 2672

Day 2672 Monday March 30th 2026 Winchester It’s a full house, probably due to it being the first day of half-term, meaning there are loads of kids about, meaning more coinage (“mummy, can I have some money to give to that man with the guitar?” – we’ll see). So, from top ‘o the town to the bottom – that middle-aged… Read more →