Author: Marvin

Diary Of A Busker Day 668 Wednesday November 12th 2014 Winchester (Opposite The Body Shop, Time: 2:51-4:23pm). Rain, and the young, light-haired bloke was in the shelter of The Pentice, right near The Butter Cross, so I did the same thing but down at the other end of it, although it was rather too close to Timpsons, I fear…but, sod… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 667 Sunday November 9th 2014 Hythe (Opposite Harvey’s Sandwich Bar/In front of Waitrose, Time: 12:51-3:15pm). Last week in Hythe was a disaster, of course, then there was rain all day on Saturday but Sunday it was supposed to be sunny all day, according to the Weather In Hythe website…well it was sunny on the way… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 666 Friday November 7th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:47-2:40pm, 3:07-4:26pm). The temperature: 12 degrees – not too bad, although there’s a bit of wind which doesn’t help matters much. A couple donate, she correctly identifying Windy & Warm as a Chet arrangement…actually Doc Watson…or maybe they’re the same. He asks if I know Happy… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 665 Wednesday November 5th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:42-4:03pm). Back to the scene of the crime, literally. The temperature: 8 degrees, in other words, 2 degrees above the limit of which, below, it is impossible to play. Namely 6 degrees! It’s still cold, though, but at least there’s no wind. I sell a CD,… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 664 Sunday November 2nd 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:43-4:36pm). A wet day…and a noisy one. I happen to set up opposite a stall set up by the Winchester Round Table people. Four blokes with very loud voices. (I seemed to have arrived during a break in the shouting). They were selling tickets for a… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 663 Saturday November 1st 2014 Hythe (Opposite Harvey’s Sandwich Bar/In front of Waitrose, Time: 4:25-5:55pm). I’m not having a very good week. I had just chained up the bike and was at the ticket machine at Town Quay, getting the coins from my pocket, when I thought ‘There’s something not right’. And what was not… Read more →