Diary Of A Busker Day 27 Saturday January 15th Greenwich Market London. Time: 1:30 – 6:45pm. A long day – the longest yet, and in a new location. I had arranged to visit my old mate Gary* at his flat in Greenwich, south London, so he could record me playing a selection of busking favourites for a promotional cd to send around… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 26
Diary Of A Busker Day 26 Thursday January 13th Winchester High Street (opposite WH Smiths, Time: 2:25 – 3:35). Not too cold, but wet and clammy so I had great difficulty playing, as the hands sort of stuck to the strings. Made nothing untill I started playing The Third Man, then four pound coins in five minutes, from four ladies… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 25
Diary Of A Busker Day 25 Tuesday January 11th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Phase Eight, Time: 11:15-1:45pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 3:30-5:05pm). A double-header, with a break in between where I went home and had some lunch. An old man comes up during The Third Man (naturally) – “I recognise that – The Third Man. That’s a nice… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 24
Diary Of A Busker Day 24 Monday January 10th Winchester High Street (opposite Phase Eight, Time: 12:35 – 2:50pm). A cold, windy (making it even colder – VERY colder!) and depressing day. I took just over £14 for 2 1/2 hours of non-stop playing. Nothing to report apart from getting three £2 coins and a man who said “Everytime I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 23
Diary Of A Busker Day 23 Saturday January 8th Winchester High Street (opposite WH Smiths, Time: 1:35 – 5:05pm). Three and a half hours with only two short breaks of no more than 5 minutes. No other buskers about – the high street’s mine, all mine! Even so , took no more than the usual £10 an hour. A funny… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 20
Diary Of A Busker Day 20 Sunday January 2nd Winchester High Street (1. opposite The Body Shop, Time: 2-3:30pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:05-5pm). A split session, as I took only £7 for an hour and a half, and the constant cigarette smoke from the ashtray on top of the bin right next to me became unbearable. Got harrassed… Read more →