Diary Of A Busker Day 402 Wednesday July 10th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 12:57-2:59pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:15-4:45pm, 3. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:50-5:20pm). Quite a lot of playing today – 4 hours, and not much of anything else, which suits me fine as I get bored with writing all this rubbish down sometimes! In fact, after… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 399
Diary Of A Busker Day 399 Sunday July 7th Winchester High Street (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:15-5:35pm). Just a ‘short’ hour and fifteen minutes session as I was out for awhile yesterday. There’s not nearly the same amount of people today. The reason, which I found out later, was that a lot would have been inside watching the tennis final. They’re… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 398
Diary Of A Busker Day 398 Saturday July 6th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 12:55-2:22pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:30-2:48pm, 3. Opposite Bellis/O2 Time: 3:25-3:59pm, 4. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:55-5:55pm). It’s the dreaded crap Hat Fair – there’ll be millions of people about but the son and heir says I shouldn’t go in because the High Street will… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 397
Diary Of A Busker Day 397 Friday July 5th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 11:55-1:25pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:48-2:48pm). ‘Maurice’ and his very loud voice (back to normal after a being croaky for a few days) turn up as I’m setting up. He puts a £2 coin in the bucket, then a 20p coin, then says ‘There,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 395
Diary Of A Busker Day 395 Wednesday July 3rd (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:07-3:07pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:32-5:02pm). Young Sam’s at his usual Butter Cross residence. I’ve never seen him anywhere else. I bet if I did, I wouldn’t recognise him! I was at The Butter Cross spot and also at the crossroads spot yesterday, so I head down… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 394
Diary Of A Busker Day 394 Tuesday July 2nd Winchester High Street Another slow day. It’s not until the 5th song, after 15 minutes, before the 1st donation – a pound coin. It’s from Faye, who, being about 50, qualifies as one of my younger regulars. And then not much for another few minutes. A woman smiles at me from… Read more →