Diary Of A Busker Day 337 Thursday March 14th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis. Time: 2:46-3:39pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 4:11-5:16pm Just before I set up outside the bakery, I take note of the notice they’ve put up on the door: DOUGHNUT WEEK £3,867.58p RAISED FOR NAOMI HOUSE HOSPICE. So it really was for a good cause; Melanie… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 334
Diary Of A Busker Day 334 Tuesday March 5th 2013 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 11:38-1:08pm 2. Corner of Monsoon. Time: 1:46-3:03pm Lately, I’ve been typing in TEMPERATURE IN WINCHESTER into the computer and it takes me to some weather website. Today it said 10 degrees, which is 50 F, as I always convert to the old way. That means it’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 332
Diary Of A Busker Day 332 Sunday March 3rd 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 12:32-2:25pm 2. Opposite Bellis. Time: 3:51-4:57pm Coming into town, it’s pretty windy so I reckon I’ll be doing twenty minute sets…however, it’s not as bad as I thought, once I start playing – though it’s still cold. A couple of people comment on… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 329
Diary Of A Busker Day 329 Thursday February 28th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 5-6:10pm I meant to come in a bit earlier but started to work out BJ Thomas’s Mama, to play at The Thomas Lord on Mothers’ Day. I don’t know what it is about that song – I remember working it out – it must… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 328
Diary Of A Busker Day 328 Tuesday February 26th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis. Time: 12:50-1:10pm 2. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 2-3:07pm My first day in for over a week as its been so cold. It was a good job I had a proper (ie: paying) gig last weekend, down in Plympton, courtesy of my old mate, Mr. P.… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 327
Diary Of A Busker Day 327 Thursday February 14th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis. Time: 1:10-2:42pm 2. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:55-3:26pm For once it’s warmed up a bit. For once I’m not dreading the prospect of playing, the pain increasing with every song and every minute! A short woman about my age (or old enough to know better)… Read more →