Diary Of A Busker Day 195 Friday February 3rd Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone). Most days when I walk past WH Smiths, there’s a girl I call the Asgard Girl – on account of the placard she holds or rather leans next to her while she’s sitting on the bench reading her book opposite to where I play. Nine… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 194
Diary Of A Busker Day 194 Friday January 27th Winchester High Street (opposite Bellis, Time: 12:50-2:30pm). It’s another bitter (meaning cold) day and I’ve been a bit “under the weather” – whatever that means, so time goes slow… however, today I reacquaint myself with Delia – I thought I might see her as it’s Friday, who I haven’t seen… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 193
Diary Of A Busker Day 193 Thursday January 26th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 1:20-2:20pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:45-4pm). As I’m setting up (on this sunny but cold day) I’m visited by my well-spoken/polite regular, Ian, who works at one of the nearby offices or shops – I don’t know where exactly as I get the impression… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 192
Diary Of A Busker Day 192 Wednesday January 25th Winchester High Street (opposite Card Factory, Time: 1-2:15pm). The weather has been “bad” the last week so I haven’t been out and it’s another grey day today, but at least it’s dry. I pass a young lady (20s) at The Buttercross, singing into a mic with a small amplifier/backing track –… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 191
Diary Of A Busker Day 191 Wednesday January 18th Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:40-2:18pm). The sky’s grey all over, it’s rained and looks like it will rain again but for the moment it’s dry and the temperature’s fine. Another slow start – I’m ignored for 15 minutes, then an old guy (a regular) appears and stands next… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 190
Diary Of A Busker Day 190 Friday January 13th Winchester High Street (outside Debenhams, Time: 3:10-4:10pm). It seems like only yesterday (because it was) when I was bemoaning and mourning the apparent death of my short lived local celebrity, when, just after I start, a woman comes up and says “Are you the chap who sometimes writes for the Chronicle?” So… Read more →