Author: Marvin

Diary Of A Busker Day 664

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

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 →

Diary Of A Busker Day 662

Diary Of A Busker Day 662 Friday October 31st 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavilion, Time: 1:20-3:32pm, 2. Opposite Gieves & Hawkes, Time: 3:40-4:30pm). Ten minutes after I started (on a warm day!), that bloody European van pulled up in front of me again. I couldn’t be bothered to pack up so I stayed there…and one song later – Albatross –… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 661

Diary Of A Busker Day 661 Thursday October 30th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:25-2:35pm). I’d only done three songs and was halfway through the fourth – Here Comes The Sun, before I was rudely interrupted in the highest degree by the biggest offender I’ve had the displeasure to come across in my, now, 4 + years out here. This… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 660

Diary Of A Busker Day 660 Tuesday October 28th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavilion, Time: 2:15-3:35pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:08-5:15pm). At The Butter Cross it’s the guy from New Zealand, and Wimoweh, and he does a very funny – although I’m not sure it’s meant to be – high falsetto. In fact, I’ve never heard a man get that… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 659

Diary Of A Busker Day 659 Monday October 27th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:45-4:41pm). When, at 9 o’clock, I did the weekly trip to the bank with the coinage, that girl singer had her stuff set up at The Butter Cross. I don’t know where she was but she’d clearly put a claim on the spot. Five hours later,… Read more →