Diary Of A Busker Day 468 Tuesday November 5th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 2:25-3:55pm). Octogenarian Ian – a good name – maybe I should call him that from now on! (maybe not to his face), stands nearby and listens to my first attempt at Horizons then comes forward for a chat. He starts by telling me about some man… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 467
Diary Of A Busker Day 467 Saturday November 2nd 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:55-2:55pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, The Square, Time: 3:10-4:51pm). I would have started at 1:45 if it hadn’t been for Shirley giving me the latest news on Eric. He’s slowly ‘getting over’ his heart attack but can’t walk yet, so he can’t… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 466
Diary Of A Busker Day 466 Wednesday October 30th 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:02-4:02pm, 2. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 4:09-4:54pm). Before going to The Hyde pub or tavern or whatever it is, to see Rick Tarrant – and maybe do a couple of songs (if he asks me) – I thought I’d get in a session or two. I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 464
Diary Of A Busker Day 464 Friday October 18th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Bellis, Time: 12:45-2:15pm). A ‘farewell’ session, before the cruise ship gig with two scousers* and a West Midlands copper**. In fact, I have to leave tonight for Coventry, as the flight from Birmingham to Italy is at a ridiculously early time in the morning, which seems to be… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 463
Diary Of A Busker Day 463 Tuesday October 15th 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:45-2:15pm, 2. The Butter Cross, Time: 2:25-4pm). Started off with a lousy half hour, which was all I could take, at the crossroads. Got only one donation – £1.20. And yet AGAIN I think – ‘How can hundreds of people walk by and only one… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 462
Diary Of A Busker Day 462 Saturday October 12th 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:15-3:50pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 4:05-5:05pm). Things are slow down the arse-end. I give it half an hour – no, thirty-five minutes (the benefit of the doubt), then count-up: £4.40 – slightly under the average. Just after I pack up, I’m… Read more →