Diary Of A Busker Day 522 Saturday March 15th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 1:43-2:28pm, 2. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 2:33-4:03pm, 3. Opposite Gieves & Hawkes, Time: 4:48-5:49pm). Mr. Tarrant was playing at the Pavillion spot – I’ll try there later. In the meantime, I can set up around the corner…and so many about, and so little coinage. It was… Read more →
Tag: La Vie En Rose
Diary Of A Busker Day 508
Diary Of A Busker Day 508 Sunday February 16th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 2:18-3:47pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 4:35-5:12pm). I hadn’t even finished setting up when I noticed a terrible smell, then saw the source: a big blob of bird shite – probably pigeon, on the bottom of my coat. Nice one. I managed to get most of… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 497
Diary Of A Busker Day 497 Sunday January 19th 2014 Winchester (The Butter Cross, Time: 1:32-3:32pm). Wow! – a session right bang in front of the famous Butter Cross! I haven’t been here in months, I’m sure. All I can say is I must have been in a(n unusually) confident frame of mind…which unfortunately morphs into awful self-consciousness as soon… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 493
Diary Of A Busker Day 493 Monday January 13th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:42-2:48pm). Two songs in, during La Vie En Rose, the doc alights from the jewellers. He’s the one who told me to ‘ease off a bit’ a few days ago – ha! A woman, mid-sixties: another regular-whose-name-I-don’t-know, asks me if I’m alright and – ‘You look… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 504
Diary Of A Busker Day 504 Sunday February 9th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 11:15-12pm, 2. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1-2:15pm). An amusing moment on the way in. While I was crossing the road near the station, this voice boomed out ‘HELLO MY LOVELY MAN!’ It was Maurice, in his silly little so-called ‘smart’ car he got from the council.… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 492
Diary Of A Busker Day 492 Sunday January 12th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Bellis, Time: 3-4:30pm). Two songs in, I look up and there he is: the old guy with the suit and colourful child’s hat (no red-rimmed shades today), standing exactly where he always is, a few feet in front and to the right of me. And I never see… Read more →