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 →
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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 →
Diary Of A Busker Day 492
Diary Of A Busker Day 492 Sunday January 12th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Bellis, Time: 3-4:30pm). Two songs in, I look up and there he is: the old guy with the suit and colourful child’s hat (no red-rimmed shades today), standing exactly where he always is, a few feet in front and to the right of me. And I never see… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 488
Diary Of A Busker Day 488 Saturday January 4th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Cafe Nero/Bellis, Time: 3:17-4:17pm, 2. Opposite Phase 8, Time: 5:15-6:09pm). A cold and rainy day but at least I’ve got my pick – there’s no one else stupid enough to come out to play – so I can sit undercover in The Pentice…and the first person who… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 486
Diary Of A Busker Day 486 Tuesday December 31st 2013 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 5:38-7:08pm). Being at a loss, due to – for the first time in years – my presence NOT being required for any cabaret gig on New Year’s Eve, I decide to venture forth into town. I’m sure I can do an hour, at least: the temperature’s… Read more →