Diary Of A Busker Day 89 Friday April 29th Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:47-6:40pm.) Royal Wedding or not, there’s busking to be done and by late afternoon there should be some people about the town – well, that’s what Alan, my friendly 75 years young street cleaner said when I saw him in a supermarket… Read more →
Category: Busking
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 88
Diary Of A Busker Day 88 Wednesday April 27th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Marks And Spencers, Time: 1:01-1:45pm, 2. opposite Clarks, Time: 2:00-5:05pm.) It’s Market Day and no space for me at the usual place due to the fruit and veg stalls which crowd the area but Bertie persuades me to set up near him, on his side and… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 87
Diary Of A Busker Day 87 Tuesday April 26th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 1:35-3:50pm, 2. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 4:21-6:08pm.) Three days of no busking (buskless?) seems like a long time these days and it took awhile to get back in the swing, as it were. The weather was agreeable – not too… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 86
Diary Of A Busker Day 86 Saturday April 23rd Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 12:17-3:44pm.) A hot day and yet the omnipresent stage jacket shall not be shed. Fortunately there is a breeze – a light one but just enough to disperse the heat somewhat. After an hour a lady comes up and asks if I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 85
Diary Of A Busker Day 85 Thursday April 21st Winchester High Street (1. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 11:15-1:15pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencers, Time: 1:25-4:20pm.) A warm, sunny day and a long session with the only break occuring when I moved from one pitch to the other. Before I set up I take a stroll down the street to… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 84
Diary Of A Busker Day 84 Tuesday April 19th Winchester High Street, (1. opposite Clarks, Time: 1:45-3:25pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:50-6:40pm.) I’ve just sat down and tuned the guitar when one of my regulars turns up. He says he’s seen our friend Marie Therese, the long burgundy coated French lady. “Oh yes, she wants me to go to… Read more →