Diary Of A Busker Day 303 Wednesday November 7th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:15-2:35pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 2:57-4:25pm A man I recognise from a couple of weeks ago asks me if I’ve learnt his request yet. As I’ve obviously forgotten, I’ve got no idea what he’s talking about. He reminds me, ‘You said you’d learn… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 302
Diary Of A Busker Day 302 Monday November 5th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:15-3:30pm Before I set up, I chat to Chris – the peaked-capped RAC man who stands just up a bit from where I am. He asks me how it’s going, and I tell him: that I’ve had enough of this busking lark, the idiots… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 301
Diary Of A Busker Day 301 Friday November 2nd 2012 Winchester High Street. opposite Bellis. Time: 3:23-4:40pm As I’m setting up, local artist Andrew Rutter (also draughtsman/old shop sign maker and saviour/preserver of many nice, original high street features) stops by with a sad tale. A while back, he’d met an old lady who lived nearby in St. Thomas Street… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 300
Diary Of A Busker Day 300 Friday October 26th 2012 London 1. In front of The National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, Time: 5:45-6:12pm, 2. Hungerford Foot Bridge, Time: 6:42-7:13pmIt’s a funny thing, but looking back over the diary, whenever I come to a landmark day, I’m never in Winchester, even though 99% of all my playing is done there! It’s also… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 299
Diary Of A Busker Day 299 Tuesday October 23rd 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:29-3:35pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:53-4:36pm Coming down the High Street, I notice Big Issue Monica, and because I’d rather take a detour than walk by her and not contribute to her cause, like I expect some of MY regulars do with me,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 298
Diary Of A Busker Day 298 Saturday, October 20th, 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Bellis, Time: 3:45-4:13pm Jay, the young headband-wearing busker who runs the open-mic at The Willow is sitting with his guitar on the bench near The Buttercross. I ask if he’s going to play – he’s not, so I set up. After a bit, I notice Barry… Read more →