Diary Of A Busker Day 300 Friday October 26th 2012 London 1. In front of The National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, Time: 5:45-6:12pm, 2. Hungerford Foot Bridge, Time: 6:42-7:13pmIt’s a funny thing, but looking back over the diary, whenever I come to a landmark day, I’m never in Winchester, even though 99% of all my playing is done there! It’s also… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 299
Diary Of A Busker Day 299 Tuesday October 23rd 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:29-3:35pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:53-4:36pm Coming down the High Street, I notice Big Issue Monica, and because I’d rather take a detour than walk by her and not contribute to her cause, like I expect some of MY regulars do with me,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 298
Diary Of A Busker Day 298 Saturday, October 20th, 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Bellis, Time: 3:45-4:13pm Jay, the young headband-wearing busker who runs the open-mic at The Willow is sitting with his guitar on the bench near The Buttercross. I ask if he’s going to play – he’s not, so I set up. After a bit, I notice Barry… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker-The First 100 Days-The First 1 Days Audio
If you are about to download Marvin’s ebook “Diary Of A Busker – The First 100 Days” available from Amazon by clicking here then you might be interested in hearing Marvin reading out the first ten days.. Simply click the triangular play button below Marvin B Naylor Reads Diary Of A Busker the first 10 days … Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 297
Diary Of A Busker Day 297 Friday October 19th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:40-2pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:07-2:54pmIt’s another day of drizzle and unfortunately there’s some young strummer in place at The Buttercross, which means I can’t set up under-cover at The Pentice, a few feet away. In fact, why is he not there? –… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 295
Diary Of A Busker Day 295 Friday October 12th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:44-3:01pmOnce again, Walter emerges from the shadows just after I start playing. Every time! I remember to ask him about the Edgware Road thing; ‘So, Walter, why is it called that? (I play the four-note phrase).’ ‘I don’t know, some London bloke…’ave you ‘ad… Read more →