Diary Of A Busker Day 520 Wednesday March 12th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:58-1:29pm, 2. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:40-3:13pm). Just after I started, Kai turns up – I think he comes from Guildford – he wants to know if I mind if he sets up at the end of The Pentice, nearby. I know he likes that spot,… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 519
Diary Of A Busker Day 519 Saturday March 8th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:15-2:15pm, 2. Opposite Gieves & Hawkes, Time: 2:30-3:30pm, 3. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 3:45-4:45pm). I’m in a good mood! The weather’s fine…unfortunately the whole street’s full up: a shouting strummer at The Butter Cross, a 10 year old boy with a music stand and classical guitar… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 518
Diary Of A Busker Day 518 Friday March 7th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:37-2:57pm). It’s a weekday but what the hell, I’m going to set up if The Bitch is working or not…and it doesn’t look like she is – good! The temperature – good, too: late 50s I reckon, in the old style. I even unbutton the coat!… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 517
Diary Of A Busker Day 517 Thursday March 6th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:52-3:50pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:30-5:45pm). A depressing set – the first one. It’s easily twenty minutes before the first donation. In fact I was sure it was going to be THE DAY NOT ONE PERSON DONATES. It might as well have been: I counted… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 516
Diary Of A Busker Day 516 Wednesday March 5th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:12-3:27pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 4:09-5:09pm). I open with Blowin’ In The Wind…twenty minutes later, who do I find standing in front of me? Tony – the very same Tony who provided the entertainment yesterday, along with half the takings. And what is his request?… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 515
Diary Of A Busker Day 515 Tuesday March 4th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:20-2:32pm) The place is full up – it’s a full house! At The Butter Cross: a young singer/strummer I knew from the open-mic days, shouting about something – The Big Story…down from him – Frank – the golden, motionless statue blowing on a trumpet, barely 30… Read more →