Diary Of A Busker Day 397 Friday July 5th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 11:55-1:25pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:48-2:48pm). ‘Maurice’ and his very loud voice (back to normal after a being croaky for a few days) turn up as I’m setting up. He puts a £2 coin in the bucket, then a 20p coin, then says ‘There,… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 396
Diary Of A Busker Day 396 Thursday July 4th Winchester/Basingstoke. Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 1:07-1:55pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:13-3:51pm). Basingstoke (Entrance to Festival Place). I come into the High Street just as Demelza (for it is she) is starting a set, and as I wanted to set up here – because I want to give the… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 395
Diary Of A Busker Day 395 Wednesday July 3rd (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:07-3:07pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:32-5:02pm). Young Sam’s at his usual Butter Cross residence. I’ve never seen him anywhere else. I bet if I did, I wouldn’t recognise him! I was at The Butter Cross spot and also at the crossroads spot yesterday, so I head down… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 394
Diary Of A Busker Day 394 Tuesday July 2nd Winchester High Street Another slow day. It’s not until the 5th song, after 15 minutes, before the 1st donation – a pound coin. It’s from Faye, who, being about 50, qualifies as one of my younger regulars. And then not much for another few minutes. A woman smiles at me from… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 392
Diary Of A Busker Day 392 Wednesday June 26th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 4:01-5:05pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 5:14-5:37pm). There are two 18(?) year old girls, near The Butter Cross. One’s playing a yellow ukulele and one’s playing a blue ukulele. They’re collecting money – quite a lot, in a woollen cap, so that spot’s out…and near… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 391
Diary Of A Busker Day 391 Monday June 24th Winchester High Street (Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:23-3:23pm). I bump into street cleaner Alan, out and about with his McDonalds cart. His jacket, with the silly McDonalds slogan ‘I’m lovin’ it’, never fails to crack me up, no matter how I’m feeling. I say I’m only going to play an hour as… Read more →