Diary Of A Busker Day 502 Friday February 7th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:10-1:40pm, 2. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1:47-2:48pm). I’ve had to take another break, due to the situation with my left thumb (there’s a film there) – two weeks, in fact. Not as long as the one in December but it still feels like a long time.… Read more →
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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 499
Diary Of A Busker Day 499 Wednesday January 22nd 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 2:16-3:06pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:14-4:45pm). There’s a guy even older than me – and too old to have a pony-tail – playing at The Butter Cross. I walk through the alleyway, past The Slug & Lettuce – all pretty dead there…down the road, turn… 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 504
Diary Of A Busker Day 504 Sunday February 9th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 11:15-12pm, 2. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 1-2:15pm). An amusing moment on the way in. While I was crossing the road near the station, this voice boomed out ‘HELLO MY LOVELY MAN!’ It was Maurice, in his silly little so-called ‘smart’ car he got from the council.… Read more →