Diary Of A Busker Day 336 Wednesday March 13th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Bellis. Time: 3:50-4:26pm After walking to and fro for a few minutes between the old Vodafone spot and the new one just around the corner on Market Street (for the first time in years I know the name, thanks to the sign on the wall which… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 334
Diary Of A Busker Day 334 Tuesday March 5th 2013 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 11:38-1:08pm 2. Corner of Monsoon. Time: 1:46-3:03pm Lately, I’ve been typing in TEMPERATURE IN WINCHESTER into the computer and it takes me to some weather website. Today it said 10 degrees, which is 50 F, as I always convert to the old way. That means it’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 327
Diary Of A Busker Day 327 Thursday February 14th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis. Time: 1:10-2:42pm 2. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:55-3:26pm For once it’s warmed up a bit. For once I’m not dreading the prospect of playing, the pain increasing with every song and every minute! A short woman about my age (or old enough to know better)… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 300
Diary Of A Busker Day 300 Friday October 26th 2012 London 1. In front of The National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, Time: 5:45-6:12pm, 2. Hungerford Foot Bridge, Time: 6:42-7:13pmIt’s a funny thing, but looking back over the diary, whenever I come to a landmark day, I’m never in Winchester, even though 99% of all my playing is done there! It’s also… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 298
Diary Of A Busker Day 298 Saturday, October 20th, 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Bellis, Time: 3:45-4:13pm Jay, the young headband-wearing busker who runs the open-mic at The Willow is sitting with his guitar on the bench near The Buttercross. I ask if he’s going to play – he’s not, so I set up. After a bit, I notice Barry… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 291
Diary Of A Busker Day 291 Wednesday October 3rd 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 12:50-1:56pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:36-3:43pm I’ve barely finished the first song when I notice someone’s turned on some music in a shop across the road; not loud enough to drown me out but loud enough that I can hear it behind my… Read more →