Diary Of A Busker Day 184 Thursday December 1st Winchester High Street (1. opposite Card Factory, Time: 12:10-1:45pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 2-2:30, 2:45-3:15pm). I’ve had a week off – it’s been cold, windy and wet most days, but today’s fine. I head on down to Debenhams – to warm up (I reckon the sound of the buses will drown… Read more →
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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 182
Diary Of A Busker Day 182 Monday November 21st Winchester High Street (1. opposite The Body Shop, Time: 11:20-1:27pm, 2. opposite O2, Time: 2:22-5pm). A lady says her husband’s got a guitar just like mine. I bet he hasn’t got a tank top/jumper like mine – unless he’s a hundred years old. Five young guys come by while I’m… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 181
Diary Of A Busker Day 181 Thursday November 17th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:15-2:15pm, 2. opposite O2, Time: 2:42-3:42pm, 3. opposite Clarks, Time: 5:15-5:31pm, 4. opposite Vodafone, Time: 6-6:30pm). Another day when I’m able to play for two hours without having to stop and warm my hands up. And it’s another slow start – 20 minutes… 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 178
Diary Of A Busker Day 178 Thursday November 10th Winchester High Street (opposite Card Factory, Time: 1:30-3:32pm). I return after a week off busking – during which I travelled to a town called Ouistreham in Normandy at the invitation of a Beatles cover group/band to play some shows at a festival. So, “How was France?”, asks a (nameless) old… Read more →