Diary Of A Busker Day 434 Wednesday August 21st Chichester (1. In front of HSBC, Time: 1:35-3:35pm, 2. Opposite Lloyds TSB, East Street, Time: 4:25-5:30pm). My first day of playing in Chichester in an official capacity, as I have now received my beautiful laminated PERMISSION TO BUSK permit. How long it’s taken – I can’t remember, due to the incompetence… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 435
Diary Of A Busker Day 435 Friday August 23rd Winchester (1. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 1:10-3:12pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:42-4:42pm). Back to the hometown treadmill… At Vodafone there are those two young strummers in their omnipresent dark sunglasses. I can’t be bothered shlepping down to the other end to Oxfam, so I set up at the… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 433
Diary Of A Busker Day 433 Sunday August 18th, Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:10-2:15pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:45-3:45pm, 3. In front of The Butter Cross, Time: 3:55-5:06pm). At The Butter Cross: two young blokes banging on small drums, and down at the crossroads: the legend known as Frank. Down at Oxfam, I pass an almost bus-free hour, as… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 428
Diary Of A Busker Day 428 Sunday August 11th Winchester (1. Alleyway opposite Marks & Spencer, Time: 2:15-2:31pm, 2. Opposite O2, Time: 2:41-3:35pm, 3. Next to The Slug And Lettuce, Time: 3:40-5:50pm). Both sides of the High Street are lined with metal barriers, with an occasional gap. The reason: Family Cycle Day, but the race isn’t until 4 o’clock, so… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 424
Diary Of A Busker Day 424 Saturday August 3rd Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:05-4:10pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 4:45-5:44pm). Before starting the usual slog, I go into O’Neill’s to play for a bit. This came about last week when I was having the annual 2 pints of Guinness during the annual evening out, while Doll and Jude are off… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 413
Diary Of A Busker Day 413 Sunday July 21st Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:49-5:12pm). That short-haired, French (I think) accented lady in her mid-sixties (I reckon) who I see around, gives me a £10 note – amazing! Of course I do the usual ‘That’s a lot of money, do you want change? – I give change, you know’ thing. She… Read more →