Category: Busking

Diary Of A Busker Day 2348 Wednesday April 17th 2024 Southampton.   As I’ve got to go back to Chichester on Friday, I thought a shorter train trip was in order today so I went to Southampton.  Up opposite the mall, there’s a girl doing a semi-operatic rendition of Hallelujah and if I’ve heard it done that way once, I’ve… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 2347 Tuesday April 16th 2024 Chichester.   First day back in Chichester for months and the Chichester debut for the newly-acquired Gretsch Streamliner in fetching Torino Green. It’s a distinctly louder guitar than the Electromatic so quite good for places bigger than Winchester, and especially at The Cross, as it’s the meeting place for all… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 2330 Friday March 22nd 2024 Winchester High Street.   I finally did it. I got through a rendition of Julia Florida and made it to the end. It was my fourth attempt in as many days AND I made only one mistake – a bloody miracle. AND it secured three donations, earning me £4, which… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 2329 Thursday March 21st 2024 Winchester High Street.   Rick Tarrant and his banjoist buddy are at the top spot and there’s a bloke a bit younger than me inbetween them and the crossroads – a bit to near for me to set up there, so after chatting with Don Lavelle at the crossroads (he’s… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 2328 Wednesday March 20th 2024 Winchester High Street.   It’s weird the things that suddenly come into your mind. I was cycling down North Walls and thinking I hadn’t seen that awful shouting man, Gary Page, for months, and ten seconds later I hear a shouting and it’s him, on the pavement on the other… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 2325 Thursday March 14th 2024 Winchester High Street.   15 minutes into the set at the top spot and then the sound of the loudest thing I’ve ever heard comes from the building site opposite, courtesy of BVL Scaffolding. Fuck knows what it was as I couldn’t see anything. The only thing I can think… Read more →