Diary Of A Busker Day 237 Wednesday May 23rd 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Phase Eight, Time: 1:30-3:10pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:03-5:17pmI get no contributions for the first fifteen minutes. I don’t know why; it’s a nice sunny day, people should be in a good mood (good = charitable?…maybe not). I play The Third Man then another song… Read more →
Tag: The Third Man
Diary Of A Busker Day 236
Diary Of A Busker Day 236 Tuesday May 22nd 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite O2, Time: 2:17-3:42pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:57-5:02pm, 3. Corner of Marks & Spencer, Time: 5:36-6:23pmComing into the High Street, just down from the Westgate, I see someone I haven’t seen since last year. It’s Henry Gray, who will be 100 now, as I remember… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 235
Diary Of A Busker Day 235 Saturday May 19th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:50-5:40pm I don’t usually come in on Saturdays. I was going to come in yesterday but due to having to wait in for a delivery of busking CDs, I couldn’t make it. In fact I could have, since the delivery guy came at 9… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 231
Diary Of A Busker Day 231 Tuesday May 8th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:02-4:15pm 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:56-6:25pmA bunch of girls sit on the steps of The Buttercross and listen to me (they’ve got no choice!) After a bit, three come over and contribute. I interrogate them and find out they’re Polish…after… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 229
Diary Of A Busker Day 229 Tuesday May 1st 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:50-2:40pm, 2. Opposite Fat Face. Time: 4:57-6:13pm The day gets off to a good start. I get 6p from a woman when I’m tuning up, before I even start. A few minutes in, Otto turns up, unusually sober. In fact, I don’t recognise… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 223
Diary Of A Busker Day 223 Friday April 13th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:40-5:14pmThere are lots of parents and children out today. I’m watched by three girls, aged 3 to 6, I reckon, for twenty minutes. They’re all eating ice-creams they’ve got from the ice-cream guy who’s right across from me. The smallest has it all running… Read more →