Diary Of A Busker Day 186 Saturday December 24th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Card Factory, Time: 4:15-4:30pm, 2. opposite Clarks, Time: 4:45-6:05pm). I happened to be in town at around 10 o’clock in the morning and was amazed by the number of people already playing. Of course, on the day before Christmas, there’s bound to be a few out, but… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 184
Diary Of A Busker Day 184 Thursday December 1st Winchester High Street (1. opposite Card Factory, Time: 12:10-1:45pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 2-2:30, 2:45-3:15pm). I’ve had a week off – it’s been cold, windy and wet most days, but today’s fine. I head on down to Debenhams – to warm up (I reckon the sound of the buses will drown… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 183
Diary Of A Busker Day 183 Wednesday November 23rd Winchester High Street (1. opposite Card factory, Time: 12:35-3pm). I pass Frank with his accordion at The Buttercross and further down, a young “strummer” doing a Beatles song – I Don’t Want To Spoil The Party (why not? – you’ve done that to the song). He’s being filmed by a bunch… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 182
Diary Of A Busker Day 182 Monday November 21st Winchester High Street (1. opposite The Body Shop, Time: 11:20-1:27pm, 2. opposite O2, Time: 2:22-5pm). A lady says her husband’s got a guitar just like mine. I bet he hasn’t got a tank top/jumper like mine – unless he’s a hundred years old. Five young guys come by while I’m… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 181
Diary Of A Busker Day 181 Thursday November 17th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:15-2:15pm, 2. opposite O2, Time: 2:42-3:42pm, 3. opposite Clarks, Time: 5:15-5:31pm, 4. opposite Vodafone, Time: 6-6:30pm). Another day when I’m able to play for two hours without having to stop and warm my hands up. And it’s another slow start – 20 minutes… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 180
Diary Of A Busker Day 180 Tuesday November 15th Winchester High Street (opposite Bellis, Time: 1:25-3:47pm). A sunny day – not too warm, though – although it is the middle of November. I do my pre-busk reconnoitring of the High Street. There’s no one else about apart from Guy with two of his folk conglomerate franchise, down at the… Read more →