Diary Of A Busker Day 124 Friday July 1st Winchester High Street (outside Debenhams, Time: 2-3:40pm, 5:35-6:21pm). Today’s the first day of the celebrated Hat Fair – the high point in the Winchester calender. It’s also the day of my wedding drinks party gig, so to warm up, I do a “quick” hour and a half at the current… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 123
Diary Of A Busker Day 123 Thursday June 30th Winchester High Street (outside Debenhams, Time: 2:20-4:37pm). A medium length session down at the current favoured spot – the less busy, yet (occasionally) profitable “arse” end of the High Street. I’ve just started when my pipe-smoking, Pickwickian regular walks by. He sometimes gives me money, but usually doesn’t. “Why… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 121
Diary Of A Busker Day 121 Tuesday June 28th Winchester High Street (outside Debenhams, Time: 11:35-1:40pm, 2:10-4:24pm). I return to the High Street after a five day break, the reason being I was offered (and accepted) a “gig” playing in a covers band at a wedding at Beaulieu on Saturday. For playing a set of just over an hour, I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 120
Diary Of A Busker Day 120 Thursday June 23rd Winchester High Street (1. outside Debenhams, Time: 10:40-12:40pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time; 1:15-2pm, 3. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 2:10-2:25pm, 4. opposite The Body Shop, Time: 2:30-4:35pm.) I make an early start – to go through a couple of “numbers” (Cavatina, Georgia On My Mind) before the crowd builds up. I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 119
Diary Of A Busker Day 119 Tuesday June 21st Winchester High Street (1. opposite The Body Shop, Time: 12:30-3:01pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 3:13-5:30pm.) It’s 20 minutes until my first “customer” – Delia, comes along. I get up to speak to her, “Oh, you don’t have to stand up for me.” “Yes I do, I need… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 117
Diary Of A Busker Day 117 Sunday June 19th Winchester High Street (outside Debenhams, Time: 1:57-4:14pm.) Coming through the Westgate and into the high street I hear a loud rock, or in this case “rawk” sound, then, straining my eyes, notice a seated, cowboy hatted figure. It can only mean one thing, it’s Rob – the American music playing Englishman, from… Read more →