Diary Of A Busker Day 261 Friday July 20th 2012 1. Opposite Phase Eight, Time: 1:30-2:15pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:20-2:51pmI set up just down from WH Smiths and just up from the Timpsons cobblers, the proprietor being the infamous Busker-Hater Of Winchester High Street, but I reckon I’m far enough away not to arouse his wrath. One of my… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 231
Diary Of A Busker Day 231 Tuesday May 8th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:02-4:15pm 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:56-6:25pmA bunch of girls sit on the steps of The Buttercross and listen to me (they’ve got no choice!) After a bit, three come over and contribute. I interrogate them and find out they’re Polish…after… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 227
Diary Of A Busker Day 227 Tuesday April 24th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 11:43-1:25pm 2. Opposite WH Smiths. Time: 2:15-5:15pmIt starts drizzling just as I start to play, but it’s not too bad and stops after three songs. A couple in their early 60s stop, listen, pay a compliment (verbal not coinage), walk off, have a… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 213
Diary Of A Busker Day 213 Thursday March 22nd 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:40-4:02pm, 4:45-6:03pm Frank’s made himself comfortable up at his usual spot in front of The Buttercross, which is where I wanted to be today, just to give the folks at the Vodafone shop a break, but it’s not to be. I arrive to find… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 198
Diary Of A Busker Day 198 Monday February 20th Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:35-2:45pm). Walking through the Westgate, I can hear the unmistakable thunp, thump/fiddle-de-de sound that can only be from Guy and his folk franchise. And a two minutes later I pass him, at The Buttercross (we nod to each other) and I carry on down to… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 195
Diary Of A Busker Day 195 Friday February 3rd Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone). Most days when I walk past WH Smiths, there’s a girl I call the Asgard Girl – on account of the placard she holds or rather leans next to her while she’s sitting on the bench reading her book opposite to where I play. Nine… Read more →