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 401
Diary Of A Busker Day 401 Tuesday July 9th Winchester High Street (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:02-4:30pm). A bloke who looks like an old rocker, and his wife or girlfriend (or whatever %$&! she is!) walk by as I finish Jesu with a slow ascending arpeggio. He says ‘I don’t remember Bach doing that’. I say no, but I do, and… 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 393
Diary Of A Busker Day 393 Thursday June 27th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:20-3:05pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:18-4:27pm). A long first set: an hour and 3/4, followed by a short break, then down to Oxfam. An old guy from the north tells me he’s ‘been to many towns but you’re the best-dressed busker’!! And I think,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 392
Diary Of A Busker Day 392 Wednesday June 26th Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 4:01-5:05pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 5:14-5:37pm). There are two 18(?) year old girls, near The Butter Cross. One’s playing a yellow ukulele and one’s playing a blue ukulele. They’re collecting money – quite a lot, in a woollen cap, so that spot’s out…and near… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 391
Diary Of A Busker Day 391 Monday June 24th Winchester High Street (Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:23-3:23pm). I bump into street cleaner Alan, out and about with his McDonalds cart. His jacket, with the silly McDonalds slogan ‘I’m lovin’ it’, never fails to crack me up, no matter how I’m feeling. I say I’m only going to play an hour as… Read more →