Diary Of A Busker Day 235 Saturday May 19th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:50-5:40pm I don’t usually come in on Saturdays. I was going to come in yesterday but due to having to wait in for a delivery of busking CDs, I couldn’t make it. In fact I could have, since the delivery guy came at 9… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 234
Diary Of A Busker Day 234 Wednesday May 16th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:08-2:08pm, 2. Opposite O2, Time: 3:05-5:14pm After my first session I take almost an hour’s break; quite a long time for me, but it’s a nice day and I want to do at least another hour. As it goes, I’ve done alright for… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 233
Diary Of A Busker Day 233 Tuesday May 15th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:42-3:01pmAs I begin my set, with Albatross, I notice a man sitting on the bench about 30 feet to my right. I’ve seen him a few times and I remember him because just after I started busking in Winchester he gave me a £10… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 232
Diary Of A Busker Day 232 Sunday May 13th 2012 Winchester High Street Corner of Marks & Spencers, Time: 3:33-5:40pm A few feet in front of The Buttercross and facing down the High Street is Tony, Winchester’s premier sax player. As I walk by I think I wouldn’t mind a photo of him for my album. I stop, get my… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 231
Diary Of A Busker Day 231 Tuesday May 8th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:02-4:15pm 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:56-6:25pmA bunch of girls sit on the steps of The Buttercross and listen to me (they’ve got no choice!) After a bit, three come over and contribute. I interrogate them and find out they’re Polish…after… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 229
Diary Of A Busker Day 229 Tuesday May 1st 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:50-2:40pm, 2. Opposite Fat Face. Time: 4:57-6:13pm The day gets off to a good start. I get 6p from a woman when I’m tuning up, before I even start. A few minutes in, Otto turns up, unusually sober. In fact, I don’t recognise… Read more →