Diary Of A Busker Day 480 Thursday November 28th 2013 Winchester (1. Corner of Monsoon, Market Street, Time: 2:55-3:50pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 4:35-5:47pm). For a change of scenery – for me and also the bloke in the Vodafone shop – I set up just around the corner…and get lucky: Before I’ve even set up, a young guy out with… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 479
Diary Of A Busker Day 479 Wednesday November 27th 2013 Winchester (1. The Butter Cross, Time: 2:05-3:05pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 3:57-5:07pm). Man, I was in a fowl mood yesterday – I was just reading some of it. Delia must have thought ‘What a miserable so-and-so’. But I was really worried and depressed about the hearing.… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 477
Diary Of A Busker Day 477 Sunday November 24th 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 12:10-12:50pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 1:25-2:55pm). It’s pretty full up today: Rob at The Butter Cross, Guy and some of his Threepenny Bit franchise down at Vodafone, and a drum/guitar duo near Marks & Spencer. This is my first time out… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 476
Diary Of A Busker Day 476 Monday November 18th 2013 Winchester (1. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 1:30-2:32pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:38-3:08pm). At The Butter Cross, there’s a guy banging out Wild World. I’ve seen him before but don’t know his name and I’m too unsociable to wait till he’s finished to ask! Further down near Vodafone,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 475
Diary Of A Busker Day 475 Sunday November 17th 2013 Winchester (1. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 2:08-3:09pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:25-4:55pm). There’s a guy who looks like he’s come down from a mountain, playing the bagpipes in front of the Christmas tree at The Butter Cross…and at Vodafone, a bunch of young people. I don’t want… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 472
Diary Of A Busker Day 472 Wednesday November 13th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:40-4:40pm.) I’d been there only five minutes when who should turn up but Shirley and Eric, in a wheelchair (Eric, not Shirley). Of course, I saw Shirley not long ago, but I hadn’t seen Eric since well before his heart attack, and that was ages ago.… Read more →