Diary Of A Busker Day 484 Friday December 27th 2013 Winchester (opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:10-4:34pm). After The Third Man, an old lady says – ‘And you’re not using synthesizers! (she looks at the amp)…what have you got, just that?’ (Of course! I’m the real deal, lady!) I say ‘Yeah, it’s just a battery-powered amp’. She says ‘Yes, there’s a bloke… Read more →
Tag: THE BUCKET
Diary Of A Busker Day 482
Diary Of A Busker Day 482 Tuesday December 3rd 2013 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:50-3:30pm). I’m in a better frame of mind than usual of late. I’m not sure why, though. The temperature’s not too bad, I suppose, and no wind. Maybe three days off the streets helped. Anyway, I’m a bit more cheerful when Delia turns up this time… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 481
Diary Of A Busker Day 481 Saturday November 30th 2013 Winchester (Market Square, Time: 1:15-3:17pm). The order of play: 1. In front of the disused JB Sports shop: two loud shouting strummers. 2. The Butter Cross: man singing and playing blues/boogie-woogie piano. 3. Next to The Slug & Lettuce: My old mate from the open-mic days, now residing in Salisbury… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 477
Diary Of A Busker Day 477 Sunday November 24th 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 12:10-12:50pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 1:25-2:55pm). It’s pretty full up today: Rob at The Butter Cross, Guy and some of his Threepenny Bit franchise down at Vodafone, and a drum/guitar duo near Marks & Spencer. This is my first time out… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 473
Diary Of A Busker Day 473 Friday November 15th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:47-2:55pm). A cold and windy day, despite the sun. Then again, it’s now the middle of November. I have a brief chat with Big Issue Monica. I’ve stopped buying from her, as she’s got a home in Portsmouth! She moans about stuff even more than I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 472
Diary Of A Busker Day 472 Wednesday November 13th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:40-4:40pm.) I’d been there only five minutes when who should turn up but Shirley and Eric, in a wheelchair (Eric, not Shirley). Of course, I saw Shirley not long ago, but I hadn’t seen Eric since well before his heart attack, and that was ages ago.… Read more →