Diary Of A Busker Day 73 Monday April 4th Winchester High Street (1. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 2:05-4:07pm, 2. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:50-6:10pm.) A cold and windy day means it’s difficult to play certain songs – any fast bits don’t come out right, so I stick to the simpler ones like Yellow Bird with which I open the ‘proceedings’… Read more →
Tag: The Third Man
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 72
Diary Of A Busker Day 72 Friday April 2nd Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 3-5:45pm.) A ‘social’ day, in that I had more than the usual number of people coming up to talk – quite often about my guitar, which is still very shiny and well kept, and asking how I am. First up is Bertie the… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 71
Diary Of A Busker Day 71 Thursday March 31st Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:34-5:50pm) A session of admiral length down at the noisy corner – no Bertie the flowerman, only his young helper – “THREE FOR A PAANND!” or “numbnuts” as Bertie calls him. To the ‘happenings’, as they used to say in the old… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 68
Diary Of A Busker Day 68 Sunday March 27th Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 4:38-6:20pm.) Spoke for a few minutes with Frank who was, by his own admission, a bit worse for wear, having spent last night talking over old times with an old friend accompanied by a bottle of first class (VSOP) Brandy or… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 65
Diary Of A Busker Day 65 Tuesday March 22nd Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 1:21-3:43pm, 5:15-6:05pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:20-5:10pm.) Had a pre performance chat with Bertie the flowerman. He now greets me with “Hey, guitar man!” then does the Third Man tune – “do do do do do…”. Says Bertie – “I had… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 63
Diary Of A Busker Day 63 Saturday March 19th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:15-3:15pm, 2. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 3:30-6:25pm.) Arrived in town at 1 o’clock but couldn’t get a pitch until over an hour later. Talked to Frank down at the noisy corner, waved to Bertie the flowerman across the way. In… Read more →