Diary Of A Busker Day 64 Monday March 21st Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer. Time: 2:15-4:25pm.) On Monday mornings I haul my sack of gold – the earnings from the previous week’s busking – to the bank on the high street and sometimes wander down the road to see if there’s anyone in any of the busking… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 63
Diary Of A Busker Day 63 Saturday March 19th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:15-3:15pm, 2. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 3:30-6:25pm.) Arrived in town at 1 o’clock but couldn’t get a pitch until over an hour later. Talked to Frank down at the noisy corner, waved to Bertie the flowerman across the way. In… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 62
Diary Of A Busker Day 62 Thursday March 17th Winchester High Street (1. next to Accessorize, Time: 2:18-3:45pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:05-6:20pm.) Frank, his accordian and dog Kazoo were down at the noisy corner and a young strummer halfway down The Pentice – the covered bit, so I’ve got no choice but to set up… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 61
Diary Of A Busker Day 61 Wednesday March 16th Winchester High Street (opposite WH Smiths, Time: 1:55-5:50pm). A cold and windy day, so it was back to normal or SNAFU, as they used to say in the war. Oh well, one must get on with it! I open the proceedings with a (despite the weather) somewhat chirpy rendition of… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 60
Diary Of A Busker Day 60 Tuesday March 15th Winchester High Street (1. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:05-5pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 5:10-6:40pm.) I start the day’s session with a selection of Chet Atkins arrangements – including The Third Man, of course. I’m playing to an old lady sitting on the bench across the pavement. She’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 58
Diary Of A Busker Day 58 Thursday March 10th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 12:23-1:50pm, 3-4:45pm, 2. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 2:10-2:50pm.) At the noisy corner again, with the whistling flowerman just across the way. As I start to play, he motions for me to turn up – I don’t often get this from people!… Read more →