Diary Of A Busker Day 507 Saturday February 15th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:43-2:14pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:45-4:15pm, 3. Opposite Bellis, Time: 5:17-5:47pm). There’s a Drongo camped out near the Bellis spot, and another one down at Vodafone, so I set up in front of the craft shop…Song Of The Day: the first song – Here Comes… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 505
Diary Of A Busker Day 505 Tuesday February 11th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 1:35-2:55pm). Another very cold day in town. I’ve got those fingerless gloves the old lady gave me. I’m not wearing them but will pop them on if I see her on the approach! The money: slow – about four songs before a donation…and then Albatross, and… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 503
Diary Of A Busker Day 503 Saturday February 8th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:45-2:35pm). A cold and very windy day, but I’ve got my trusty camera to weigh down the bucket! A few songs in, a bloke starts shouting about God near the cathedral grounds entrance. There are two others with him, and one of them takes over… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 502
Diary Of A Busker Day 502 Friday February 7th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:10-1:40pm, 2. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:47-2:48pm). I’ve had to take another break, due to the situation with my left thumb (there’s a film there) – two weeks, in fact. Not as long as the one in December but it still feels like a long time.… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 500
Diary Of A Busker Day 500 Thursday January 23rd 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:43-4:13pm). The five hundreth Day! – that’s half a thousand! I remember way back, when I was on Day 35 or something, and I thought ‘There’s no way I’m going to get to one hundred – I’ve got to stop and do something else way before… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 499
Diary Of A Busker Day 499 Wednesday January 22nd 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 2:16-3:06pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:14-4:45pm). There’s a guy even older than me – and too old to have a pony-tail – playing at The Butter Cross. I walk through the alleyway, past The Slug & Lettuce – all pretty dead there…down the road, turn… Read more →