Tag: THE BUCKET

Diary Of A Busker Day 167

Diary Of A Busker Day 167 Thursday October 13th Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:40-6:10pm).          A “spur of the moment” session, at the end of the day, which turned out to be a good decision, as I catch the populace of the High Street in a very generous mood – in fact, at one point, I look up and… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 157

Diary Of A Busker Day 157 Friday September 16th  Winchester High Street (1. opposite Reflex, Time: 1:45-4pm, 2.  opposite Clarks, Time: 4:40-6:30pm).        It’s one of those days when I get too many people talking to me – which is all very sociable but means I have to stop playing, unless it’s The Third Man or La Vie En Rose… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 108

Diary Of A Busker Day 108 Wednesday June 1st Winchester High Street (opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 2:42-6:10pm.)           A slow start – no money for 15 minutes until Steve (“I’m one of the top 8 guitarists in the country”) turns up. He likes my sound but thinks it would be better with some chorus effect on it. This is an… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 107

Diary Of A Busker Day 107  Tuesday May 31st Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 11:00-1:40pm, 2:07-4:15pm.)         An earlier start than usual as I would like to finish before 6 o’clock for a change. I haven’t been playing two minutes when I hear someone else playing, quite near and very loud. I look up the road… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 94

Diary Of A Busker Day 94 Monday May 9th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 1:35-2:45pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:50-6:05pm.)      I see Frank sitting on the bench outside WH Smiths, without accordion and also without dog. “You not playing today, Frank?” “No, just people watching. Colin (trumpeteering busker – always with a helpful… 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 →