Diary Of A Busker Day 193 Thursday January 26th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 1:20-2:20pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:45-4pm). As I’m setting up (on this sunny but cold day) I’m visited by my well-spoken/polite regular, Ian, who works at one of the nearby offices or shops – I don’t know where exactly as I get the impression… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 187
Diary Of A Busker Day 187 Thursday January 5th Winchester High Street (opposite O2, Time: 2:30-4:32pm). A cold and windy day – more cold than windy… but still cold. The last couple of days have been extremely unhospitable and busker-unfriendly, ie: a lot of rain. I head for the Vodafone spot, roughly half-way down the High Street but it’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 183
Diary Of A Busker Day 183 Wednesday November 23rd Winchester High Street (1. opposite Card factory, Time: 12:35-3pm). I pass Frank with his accordion at The Buttercross and further down, a young “strummer” doing a Beatles song – I Don’t Want To Spoil The Party (why not? – you’ve done that to the song). He’s being filmed by a bunch… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 180
Diary Of A Busker Day 180 Tuesday November 15th Winchester High Street (opposite Bellis, Time: 1:25-3:47pm). A sunny day – not too warm, though – although it is the middle of November. I do my pre-busk reconnoitring of the High Street. There’s no one else about apart from Guy with two of his folk conglomerate franchise, down at the… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 177
Diary Of A Busker Day 177 Thursday November 3rd Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:35-3:15pm). …and the (so-called) Indian summer contunues…which means I can play for a long time without going to the toiletand warming my hands up under boiling water. I need to practice my Zither-like Third Man arrangement and a Belgiun couple on the other… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 176
Diary Of A Busker Day 176 Tuesday Noember 1st Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:20-2:10pm). …and the so-called Indian summer continues. Coming into the High Street, I chat to Frank – minus accordion but with dog – Kazoo, sitting near The Buttercross. “You’ve got the whole street to yourself today, and it’s a nice day.” He’s right about… Read more →