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 →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 173
Diary Of A Busker Day 173 Monday October 24th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 2:58-4:40pm, 2. opposite Card Factory, Time: 5:05-5:35pm). A young shop guy, taking a break, says my pumpkin bucket’s now finally in season. “Yeah, just for one day of the year”, I say. “Well, for a week”, he says. The money’s really slow,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 167
Diary Of A Busker Day 167 Thursday October 13th Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:40-6:10pm). A “spur of the moment” session, at the end of the day, which turned out to be a good decision, as I catch the populace of the High Street in a very generous mood – in fact, at one point, I look up and… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 166
Diary Of A Busker Day 166 Wednesday October 12th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Phase Eight, Time: 11:20-12pm, 2. opposite Card Factory, Time: 12:25-3pm, 3. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 3:45-4:25pm). I’m feeling brave – I start the day in the busy part of the street. Not long into Ol’ Man River, a man, about 60, walking by says, “Mind… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 162
Diary Of A Busker Day 162 Wednesday September 28th Winchester High Street (1. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 11:08-1:15pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:40-5:20pm). A warm, sunny day finds good citizens of Winchester in a collectively generous mood – for most of the day. The coins flow plentifully right from the start. One of my nameless old lady regulars asks if… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 161
Diary Of A Busker Day 161 Monday September 26th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Phase Eight, Time: 1:50-4:37pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 5:20-6:30pm). My budding 72 year old guitarist, Anthony and Mick, the ex-cruise musician drop by at the same moment. Anthony says he has a bone to pick with me -apparently I’ve given him some wrong information concerning… Read more →