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Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 129

Diary Of A Busker Day 129 Monday July 11th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 10:55-1:15pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:48-5pm). For the first part of this long session I have the sun on me – this being the only place I play which is on the sunny side of the High Street. However, the black… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 96

Diary Of A Busker Day 96 Friday May 13th Winchester High Street (1. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 1-2:20pm, 2. opposite Vodaphone, Time: 2:55-6:30pm.)        I open the session with a mellow (it’s only ever that) As Time Goes By – a real money spinner the other day.  There’s an elderly man with a walking stick standing just behind and to… 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 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 79

Diary Of A Busker Day 79 Tuesday April 12th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:51-4:35pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 5:03-6:20pm.) It’s a slow start with not more than a meagre £2 in the bucket for twenty minutes of playing. But what’s this I see – a big figure materialising from the gloom of the… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 64

Diary Of A Busker Day 64 Monday March 21st Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer. Time: 2:15-4:25pm.)        On Monday mornings I haul my sack of gold – the earnings from the previous week’s busking – to the bank on the high street and sometimes wander down the road to see if there’s anyone in any of the busking… Read more →