Diary Of A Busker Day 95 Thursday May 12th Winchester High Street (opposite Vodaphone, Time: 1:58-4pm, 4:32-6pm.) I’ve had a three day break but now it’s time to go back to “work”. As I approach The Buttercross I notice a man wearing sunglasses, a hat and a blue boilersuit sitting down against the monument, a two wheel cart next… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 88
Diary Of A Busker Day 88 Wednesday April 27th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Marks And Spencers, Time: 1:01-1:45pm, 2. opposite Clarks, Time: 2:00-5:05pm.) It’s Market Day and no space for me at the usual place due to the fruit and veg stalls which crowd the area but Bertie persuades me to set up near him, on his side and… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 87
Diary Of A Busker Day 87 Tuesday April 26th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 1:35-3:50pm, 2. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 4:21-6:08pm.) Three days of no busking (buskless?) seems like a long time these days and it took awhile to get back in the swing, as it were. The weather was agreeable – not too… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 78
Diary Of A Busker Day 78 Saturday April 9th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:21-3:42pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 3:50-5:42pm.) I don’t usually play on Saturdays due to all the buskers that turn up, alot of them from out of town. There are sometimes as many as ten, all pretty well in place by… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 76
Diary Of A Busker Day 76 Thursday April 7th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 11:40-2:03pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 2:58-3:50pm.) The warmest day yet and so I change my attire accordingly – instead of my black corduroy coat, I display a black suit jacket with velvet lapels. In fact it’s too warm even for… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 75
Diary Of A Busker Day 75 Wednesday April 6th Winchester High Street (opposite Marks And Spencer, Time: 1:08-2:15pm.) These days I never usually busk for under an hour and a half. I often think of the days, not too long ago, when the longest ‘cabaret’ gig would never be longer – AND I’d be taking home a couple of hundred quid – sometimes more,… Read more →