Diary Of A Busker Day 371 Sunday May 19th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Oxfam. Time: 2:45-4:30pm There are a bunch of cops; three men, two women, hanging around in the road a few feet up from me. One of the men drifts near to me so I ask him what the congregation is in aid of? ‘There’s a procession… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 370
Diary Of A Busker Day 370 Saturday May 18th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:05-2:35pm 2. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 3:10-4:10pm 3. Opposite Bellis. Time: 4:30-5:32pm An hour and a half down at Oxfam, to start off with. At around the hour mark I THINK I almost sold a CD. A man who was sitting with his daughter… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 369
Diary Of A Busker Day 369 Friday May 17th 2013 Market Place, Romsey. Time: 11:25am -12:55pm What better way to start my 51st birthday than a spot of busking in a nearby picturesque market town? What better way indeed. I was actually thinking of coming here last Friday but it was raining, and, unlike in Winchester, with The Pentice, there’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 368
Diary Of A Busker Day 368 Thursday May 16th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis. Time: 12:20-1:37pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:50-2:25pm One of my nameless old lady regulars says she would give me something but all she has is a £20 note, which she produces and waves in front of me, and this is just a few minutes… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 367
Diary Of A Busker Day 367 Saturday May 11th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 11:55-12:35pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:26-3pm 3. Opposite Bellis. Time: 3:48-5:23pm And there he is, like he said he would be – Marcus and his big Red Cross banner with his stitched on regiment badges, and today he’s wearing his full camouflage combat… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 366
Diary Of A Busker Day 366 Friday May 10th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Bellis/O2. Time: 12:55-2:30pm The sky’s cloudy for most of the time but the temperature is acceptable; 13 degrees (56 Fahrenheit). I set up a few feet from a Red Cross guy collecting money in a plastic bucket. Quite an old guy. These people are amiable enough… Read more →