Diary Of A Busker Day 358 Tuesday April 30th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:35-2:35pm 2. Corner of Monsoon. Time: 2:45-3:45pm My first day back after my cabaret gig on the humongous cruise ship Liberty Of The Seas, but it’s ten sodding days before I get paid so I need to get out and play! Walking near… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 357
Diary Of A Busker Day 357 Monday April 22nd 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:5O-3:16pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 3:33-4:1Opm 3. Opposite Bellis. Time: 4:18-4:5Opm My first day back on the street after my cruise and I wonder if I was missed…Jude says there’ll have been loads of old folks standing around going ‘Where is he?’ I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 356
Diary Of A Busker Day 356 Sunday April 14th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis. Time: 12:35-2:O3pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 2:15-4:3Opm I’ve come in today because it was raining all day yesterday…so I missed out on my Greek snack from that nice lady from the stall. About forty-five minutes into the first set, I’m doing James Bond and… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 352
Diary Of A Busker Day 352 Tuesday April 9th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis. Time: 1::32-3:32pm 2. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 4:30-5:45pm Although I intended to do just an hour spot, as usual I ended up doing more – twice as more in this case, although it certainly wasn’t because I was having a good session, money-wise, because it… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 345
Diary Of A Busker Day 345 Friday March 29th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis/O2. Time: 1:13-2pm 2. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:30-3:05pm A really busy Friday afternoon but as I well know, it doesn’t always relate to an abundance of coinage and I still hold with my theory; people get caught up in the forward moving throng, and there’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 342
Diary Of A Busker Day 342 Monday March 25th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Marks & Spencer. Time: 1:52-2:08pm A really cold day and a complete waste of time as I hardly played at all. I passed young Sam, who was playing a Smiths song at The Buttercross. I looked at him and although I’m sure he saw me, he… Read more →