Diary Of A Busker Day 100 Wednesday May 18th, London (Hungerford Foot Bridge, Time: 1:45-4pm). A landmark day – my hundreth, which finishes in an appropriately memorable way. My session up here in the Big Smoke – the second in as many weeks, was due to my attendance at the unveiling of a restored statue of Frydyric Chopin, which… Read more →
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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 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 →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 76
Diary Of A Busker Day 76 Thursday April 7th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 11:40-2:03pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 2:58-3:50pm.) The warmest day yet and so I change my attire accordingly – instead of my black corduroy coat, I display a black suit jacket with velvet lapels. In fact it’s too warm even for… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 72
Diary Of A Busker Day 72 Friday April 2nd Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 3-5:45pm.) A ‘social’ day, in that I had more than the usual number of people coming up to talk – quite often about my guitar, which is still very shiny and well kept, and asking how I am. First up is Bertie the… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 59
Diary Of A Busker Day 59 Friday March 11 Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time 1:45-5:50pm). Another long session at the ‘noisy corner’. I used to avoid this spot, being quite exposed – and noisy, obviously – but now I’m growing quite literally attached to it. After a few minutes, the flower seller comes over and… Read more →