Diary Of A Busker Day 65 Tuesday March 22nd Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 1:21-3:43pm, 5:15-6:05pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:20-5:10pm.) Had a pre performance chat with Bertie the flowerman. He now greets me with “Hey, guitar man!” then does the Third Man tune – “do do do do do…”. Says Bertie – “I had… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 63
Diary Of A Busker Day 63 Saturday March 19th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:15-3:15pm, 2. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 3:30-6:25pm.) Arrived in town at 1 o’clock but couldn’t get a pitch until over an hour later. Talked to Frank down at the noisy corner, waved to Bertie the flowerman across the way. In… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 62
Diary Of A Busker Day 62 Thursday March 17th Winchester High Street (1. next to Accessorize, Time: 2:18-3:45pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:05-6:20pm.) Frank, his accordian and dog Kazoo were down at the noisy corner and a young strummer halfway down The Pentice – the covered bit, so I’ve got no choice but to set up… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 61
Diary Of A Busker Day 61 Wednesday March 16th Winchester High Street (opposite WH Smiths, Time: 1:55-5:50pm). A cold and windy day, so it was back to normal or SNAFU, as they used to say in the war. Oh well, one must get on with it! I open the proceedings with a (despite the weather) somewhat chirpy rendition of… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 60
Diary Of A Busker Day 60 Tuesday March 15th Winchester High Street (1. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:05-5pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 5:10-6:40pm.) I start the day’s session with a selection of Chet Atkins arrangements – including The Third Man, of course. I’m playing to an old lady sitting on the bench across the pavement. She’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 59
Diary Of A Busker Day 59 Friday March 11 Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time 1:45-5:50pm). Another long session at the ‘noisy corner’. I used to avoid this spot, being quite exposed – and noisy, obviously – but now I’m growing quite literally attached to it. After a few minutes, the flower seller comes over and… Read more →