Diary Of A Busker Day 503 Saturday February 8th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:45-2:35pm). A cold and very windy day, but I’ve got my trusty camera to weigh down the bucket! A few songs in, a bloke starts shouting about God near the cathedral grounds entrance. There are two others with him, and one of them takes over… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 502
Diary Of A Busker Day 502 Friday February 7th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:10-1:40pm, 2. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:47-2:48pm). I’ve had to take another break, due to the situation with my left thumb (there’s a film there) – two weeks, in fact. Not as long as the one in December but it still feels like a long time.… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 499
Diary Of A Busker Day 499 Wednesday January 22nd 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 2:16-3:06pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:14-4:45pm). There’s a guy even older than me – and too old to have a pony-tail – playing at The Butter Cross. I walk through the alleyway, past The Slug & Lettuce – all pretty dead there…down the road, turn… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 498
Diary Of A Busker Day 498 Tuesday January 21st 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:30-3:30pm). A very cold day – at least I’m only going for an hour or so…so, I can take it!…I think. I’m not helped much, though, by some little girl, who, during the first song, shouts ‘What are you doing?!’, as she walks by with her… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 497
Diary Of A Busker Day 497 Sunday January 19th 2014 Winchester (The Butter Cross, Time: 1:32-3:32pm). Wow! – a session right bang in front of the famous Butter Cross! I haven’t been here in months, I’m sure. All I can say is I must have been in a(n unusually) confident frame of mind…which unfortunately morphs into awful self-consciousness as soon… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 496
Diary Of A Busker Day 496 Saturday January 18th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 12:45-2:15pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:05-4:35pm). There’s the bloke who’s replaced young Sam – who I haven’t seen in ages – at The Butter Cross, banging out Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door…Bangin’ On Heaven’s Door, more like! And there are some other young buskers all the… Read more →