Diary Of A Busker Day 177 Thursday November 3rd Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:35-3:15pm). …and the (so-called) Indian summer contunues…which means I can play for a long time without going to the toiletand warming my hands up under boiling water. I need to practice my Zither-like Third Man arrangement and a Belgiun couple on the other… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 176
Diary Of A Busker Day 176 Tuesday Noember 1st Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:20-2:10pm). …and the so-called Indian summer continues. Coming into the High Street, I chat to Frank – minus accordion but with dog – Kazoo, sitting near The Buttercross. “You’ve got the whole street to yourself today, and it’s a nice day.” He’s right about… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 175
Diary Of A Busker Day 175 Friday October 28th Romsey Market, Time: 10:25-12:00am, 12:50-2:05pm. My 3rd trip to Romsey – it appears to be becoming a bi-monthly excursion. I remember the last time I was here – the general opinion amongst the market traders was that I would make double the money if I moved out a few feet,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 174
Diary Of A Busker Wedenesday October 26th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:20-3:30pm, 2. opposite Card factory, Time: 4:45-6:05pm, 3. opposite O2, Time: 6:15-6:35pm). Three songs into my first set and I have to pack up as it starts raining. I’m back 15 minutes later…and the money’s a bit slow coming…then I play Tammy and a man… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 173
Diary Of A Busker Day 173 Monday October 24th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 2:58-4:40pm, 2. opposite Card Factory, Time: 5:05-5:35pm). A young shop guy, taking a break, says my pumpkin bucket’s now finally in season. “Yeah, just for one day of the year”, I say. “Well, for a week”, he says. The money’s really slow,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 172
Diary Of A Busker Day 172 Sunday October 23rd Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 5-5:30pm). A last minute session at the day’s end – I reckon I can “get” a few people on their way home. I pass two men sitting on a the bench opposite The Buttercross, one says “You’re a bit late, aren’t you? – everybody’s… Read more →