Diary Of A Busker Day 440 Friday August 30th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:10-6:10pm). I have a brief chat with Frank, who’s requisitioned the Butter Cross spot for his own dastardly intentions. He says he’s seen the other accordionist I warned him about awhile ago. He says he saw him down the road so I asked if he –… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 436
Diary Of A Busker Day 436 Saturday August 24th Winchester (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 3:28-4:28, 2. In front of The Butter Cross, Time: 4:33-6pm). On the way to the High Street, I popped into the Royal Hotel to check out where I have to play for someone’s 60th birthday party tomorrow. The man at the reception, who showed me where… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 434
Diary Of A Busker Day 434 Wednesday August 21st Chichester (1. In front of HSBC, Time: 1:35-3:35pm, 2. Opposite Lloyds TSB, East Street, Time: 4:25-5:30pm). My first day of playing in Chichester in an official capacity, as I have now received my beautiful laminated PERMISSION TO BUSK permit. How long it’s taken – I can’t remember, due to the incompetence… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 433
Diary Of A Busker Day 433 Sunday August 18th, Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:10-2:15pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:45-3:45pm, 3. In front of The Butter Cross, Time: 3:55-5:06pm). At The Butter Cross: two young blokes banging on small drums, and down at the crossroads: the legend known as Frank. Down at Oxfam, I pass an almost bus-free hour, as… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 431
Diary Of A Busker Day 431 Thursday August 15th (1. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 3:35-5:05pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 5:35-6:35pm). When I get to The Butter Cross, there’s a bunch of brass players promoting tonight’s show at the theatre. Actually, they’re not playing: they’re on a break, or packing up as some of them appear to be… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 429
Diary Of A Busker Day 429 Tuesday August 13th Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:15-6pm). On the way down the High Street I bump into Sam carrying his amp and guitar so I ask if he’s about to set up somewhere. He says he’s going home (good!), then he points out the dilapidated state of his gigbag. He’s on the way… Read more →