Diary Of A Busker Day 2620 Saturday October 25th 2025 Winchester. Here we are then, a landmark day; 15 years since I started out on this lark, on Tuesday October 25th 2010 in Southampton. I remember it was cold then and it’s just as cold today, with quite a vicious wind. The two Spanish guitar blokes are near the Buttercross… Read more →
Day 2619
Diary Of A Busker Day 2619 Friday October 24th 2025 Winchester. Inheritance money means I don’t have to bust my gut and freeze anymore. Out with the Faith 12-string at the Buttercross…but not for long as it starts to rain after 55 minutes. In fact, I was going to pack up after an hour and come home, or at least… Read more →
Day 2618
Diary Of A Busker Day 2618 Wednesday October 22nd 2025 Winchester. It’s getting colder, although not cold enough to worry all those brass monkey salesmen who left their samples in the back seat overnight. It’s also another day of graduation (graduation week?) and I feel sorry for all those young ladies who are all dressed up and wearing stiletto heels,… Read more →
Day 2617
Diary Of A Busker Day 2617 Tuesday October 21st 2025 Winchester. It looks like the rainy season is upon us so it’s important to get out and about whenever there’s a spot of sunshine and I’m back out with the shiny 6-string at the top spot. It’s graduation day and the town centre is full of graduate’s family members, many… Read more →
Day 2616
Diary Of A Busker Day 2616 Saturday October 18th 2025 Winchester. It’s Saturday lunchtime which means the Gaza silent protesters are at The Buttercross so round the corner to old faithful it is and the second day running with my favourite guitar at the moment, the Faith 12-string. Not much interaction for most of the hour and forty minutes. Mr… Read more →
Day 2615
Diary Of A Busker Day 2615 Friday October 17th 2025 Winchester. Back out with the Faith 12-string to see how she fares on a Friday afternoon…the top spot’s taken, there’s a market stall outside Starbucks at the crossroads, and the Nando’s spot is far too busy which means back up Market Street to The Square and I’ve just sat… Read more →