Diary Of A Busker Day 228 Thursday April 26th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:15-4:09pm I set up and get through Albatross, then it starts to rain…but just lightly, so I carry on with La Vie En Rose…but after a minute, it really picks up so I have to stop. The shortest set I’ve ever done – five… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 227
Diary Of A Busker Day 227 Tuesday April 24th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 11:43-1:25pm 2. Opposite WH Smiths. Time: 2:15-5:15pmIt starts drizzling just as I start to play, but it’s not too bad and stops after three songs. A couple in their early 60s stop, listen, pay a compliment (verbal not coinage), walk off, have a… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 226
Diary Of A Busker Day 226 Thursday April 19th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:45-3:25pm On the way down the high street I pass a young man playing a vibraphone – unusual for here. He has a card in front which says RUSSIAN STUDENT. He’s just down from The Buttercross so I can still hear him a bit… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 225
Diary Of A Busker Day 225 Wednesday April 18th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite O2. Time: 2:53-4:13pmA windy day, with rain which keeps stopping/starting, starting/stopping… There are no other buskers out today (I don’t blame them) so I can go anywhere I want and as I want to keep all my stuff as dry as I can, I head for… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 224
Diary Of A Busker Day 224 Tuesday April 17th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Cheltenham & Gloucester Building Society, Time: 12:45-1:45pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:10-3:03pmI’ve decided to put together a photo album of some of the people – my regulars – I meet out on the street. The other day I took photos of Harry The Dutchman, Dangerous… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 223
Diary Of A Busker Day 223 Friday April 13th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:40-5:14pmThere are lots of parents and children out today. I’m watched by three girls, aged 3 to 6, I reckon, for twenty minutes. They’re all eating ice-creams they’ve got from the ice-cream guy who’s right across from me. The smallest has it all running… Read more →