Tag: THE BUCKET

Diary Of A Busker Day 507

Diary Of A Busker Day 507 Saturday February 15th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:43-2:14pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:45-4:15pm, 3. Opposite Bellis, Time: 5:17-5:47pm). There’s a Drongo camped out near the Bellis spot, and another one down at Vodafone, so I set up in front of the craft shop…Song Of The Day: the first song – Here Comes… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 500

Diary Of A Busker Day 500 Thursday January 23rd 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:43-4:13pm). The five hundreth Day! – that’s half a thousand! I remember way back, when I was on Day 35 or something, and I thought ‘There’s no way I’m going to get to one hundred – I’ve got to stop and do something else way before… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 498

Diary Of A Busker Day 498 Tuesday January 21st 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:30-3:30pm). A very cold day – at least I’m only going for an hour or so…so, I can take it!…I think. I’m not helped much, though, by some little girl, who, during the first song, shouts ‘What are you doing?!’, as she walks by with her… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 495

Diary Of A Busker Day 495 Friday January 17th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:40-1:58pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:03-3:05pm). The order of the day – and of the last few – is: a lot of rain, coming down suddenly and often quite ferociously, then stopping suddenly, then a dry bit for a few minutes, then rain again, and… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 487

Diary Of A Busker Day 487 Thursday January 2nd 2014 (Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 4:07-5:39pm). First outing of the year. On leaving the house, the weather’s fine: blue sky…which – wouldn’t you know it – darkens considerably as I’m walking into town, and again – wouldn’t you know it – starts raining before the end of the first song – Albatross.… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 485

Diary Of A Busker Day 485 Monday December 30th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Bellis, Time: 4:10-5:37pm). A late start as I was sorting out my new 12-string travel guitar which arrived just after lunch, all the way from Erlanger, Kentucky.  A cold day – especially at the late hour – but thankfully no wind. If there had been, it would have… Read more →