Diary Of A Busker Day 391 Monday June 24th Winchester High Street (Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:23-3:23pm). I bump into street cleaner Alan, out and about with his McDonalds cart. His jacket, with the silly McDonalds slogan ‘I’m lovin’ it’, never fails to crack me up, no matter how I’m feeling. I say I’m only going to play an hour as… Read more →
Tag: Focal Dystonia
Diary Of A Busker Day 390
Diary Of A Busker Day 390 Saturday June 22nd Winchester High Street (1. The Butter Cross, Time: 2:10-3:20pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4-5:54pm). Another landmark day. I am brave enough to set up IN FRONT OF THE BUTTER CROSS, thereby following in the footsteps of such illustrious performers as: Demelza Stafford, Rockin’ Rob, Young Sam, not to mention Winchester legend… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 389
Diary Of A Busker Day 389 Friday June 21st Winchester High Street (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:38-3:05pm). Robs’ stuff’s at The Butter Cross and I meet the man himself as he’s coming out of the coffee shop. We have a boring conversation about busking amps. He uses a VOX. It’s bigger than mine BUT he needs a power supply. He tells… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 386
Diary Of A Busker Day 386 Friday June 14th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:55-4:26pm 2. Opposite Bellis. Time: 4:46-5:50pm A woman comes up and says ‘Do you know the man with the white beard?’ which annoys me, as I’m in the middle of The Entertainer, which, due to my accursed Focal Dystonia, I really have to… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 385
Diary Of A Busker Day 385 Monday June 10th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:05-3:25pm There’s a man I see around a lot. He’s early fifties, white hair, always wears sandals with socks, even when it’s cold, and he’s usually on a bike. I don’t know his name but he’s got a couple of kids at the son… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 383
Diary Of A Busker Day 383 Tuesday June 4th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:38-3pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 3:16-4:05pm A person who falls into a rather large category, that of old-lady-regular-whose-name-I-don’t-know, drops by. She reckons I’ve picked a good spot, in front of the shop window. ‘Women can come to look at clothes while they listen,’… Read more →