Diary Of A Busker Day 228 Thursday April 26th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:15-4:09pm I set up and get through Albatross, then it starts to rain…but just lightly, so I carry on with La Vie En Rose…but after a minute, it really picks up so I have to stop. The shortest set I’ve ever done – five… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 227
Diary Of A Busker Day 227 Tuesday April 24th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 11:43-1:25pm 2. Opposite WH Smiths. Time: 2:15-5:15pmIt starts drizzling just as I start to play, but it’s not too bad and stops after three songs. A couple in their early 60s stop, listen, pay a compliment (verbal not coinage), walk off, have a… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 206
Diary Of A Busker Day 206 Tuesday March 6th 2012 London 1. Hungerford Foot Bridge, Time: 2:30-4:30pm, 2. Trafalgar Square, Time: 5:35-6pmHaving the occasion to visit Greenwich and finishing my business by early afternoon, I decided to try and make my £35.70p train fare back. I walked up the steps and onto the Hungerford Bridge from the south side. At… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 182
Diary Of A Busker Day 182 Monday November 21st Winchester High Street (1. opposite The Body Shop, Time: 11:20-1:27pm, 2. opposite O2, Time: 2:22-5pm). A lady says her husband’s got a guitar just like mine. I bet he hasn’t got a tank top/jumper like mine – unless he’s a hundred years old. Five young guys come by while I’m… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 169
Diary Of A Busker Day 169 Monday October 17th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Phase Eight, Time: 1:15-2:35pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:12-5:05pm). I reckon this so-called Indian Summer is drawing to a close: the sky’s grey and “threatening” rain, as they say. My always-dapper, always well-spoken and always complimentary regular – Ian, comes out from the shadows after… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 159
Diary Of A Busker Day 159 Wednesday September 21st Winchester High Street (1. opposite Card Factory, Time: 12:15-2:20pm, 2. disused doorway opposite River Island, Time: 3:30-5:45pm). During my first set a man comes up, puts a coin in my bucket and asks if I make a living doing this. “Sometimes”, I say. He tells me he was in Reading… Read more →