Diary Of A Busker Day 95 Thursday May 12th Winchester High Street (opposite Vodaphone, Time: 1:58-4pm, 4:32-6pm.) I’ve had a three day break but now it’s time to go back to “work”. As I approach The Buttercross I notice a man wearing sunglasses, a hat and a blue boilersuit sitting down against the monument, a two wheel cart next… Read more →
Tag: La Vie En Rose
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 94
Diary Of A Busker Day 94 Monday May 9th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 1:35-2:45pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:50-6:05pm.) I see Frank sitting on the bench outside WH Smiths, without accordion and also without dog. “You not playing today, Frank?” “No, just people watching. Colin (trumpeteering busker – always with a helpful… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 93
Diary Of A Busker Day 93 Saturday May 7th Ladbroke Grove, London (outside The Elgin public house, Time: 1-5:45pm) A curious one, this – something of a hybrid in that it’s a combination of a ‘proper’ gig, for which I received payment! – unusual in London, I have to say, to the eternal shame of 99% of landlords – and a busking session.… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 91
Diary Of A Busker Day 91 Sunday May 1st Bath (city centre – doorway of Topman, opposite Cult, Time: 11:55-1:50pm.) Once again I stroll down from the hills – where all the people live, to the city centre – where all the people go, and unlike last night, there are a few other buskers about. There’s someone setting up… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 90
Diary Of A Busker Day 90 Saturday April 30th, Bath (city centre – outside The Pump Room, Time: 6:42-7:55pm.) A new location in a new town and on approaching the city centre I’m a bit nervous, as I am before busking in any place I haven’t played before. I’m also hungry – I eat my small apple, walking down Gay Street.… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 89
Diary Of A Busker Day 89 Friday April 29th Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:47-6:40pm.) Royal Wedding or not, there’s busking to be done and by late afternoon there should be some people about the town – well, that’s what Alan, my friendly 75 years young street cleaner said when I saw him in a supermarket… Read more →