Diary Of A Busker Day 150 Tuesday August 30th Winchester High Street (1. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 2:55-5:08pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 5:35-6:35pm). I start the day at one of my old haunts I haven’t seen much of lately – the spot near The Buttercross – famous Winchester landmark/meeting place. Straight away I’m struck by how noisy it is here… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 122
Diary Of A Busker Day 122 Wednesday June 29th Winchester High Street (1. outside Debenhams, Time: 2:22-3:40pm, 5:24-6:23pm, 2. opposite The Body Shop, Time: 4:10-5:14pm). A day spent mainly at Debenhams with a change of scenery in the middle. No sign of rain today and my playing has improved from yesterday. I’m still struggling, (as Anthony would say), with… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 99
Diary Of A Busker Day 99 Tuesday May 17th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 1:21-2:43pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 3:05-5:13pm.) I pass Frank, accordioning in a spot I’ve not seen him at before, half-way down the high street, at the crossroads. He’s (usually) always at The Buttercross or at the other end, at… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 87
Diary Of A Busker Day 87 Tuesday April 26th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 1:35-3:50pm, 2. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 4:21-6:08pm.) Three days of no busking (buskless?) seems like a long time these days and it took awhile to get back in the swing, as it were. The weather was agreeable – not too… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 86
Diary Of A Busker Day 86 Saturday April 23rd Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 12:17-3:44pm.) A hot day and yet the omnipresent stage jacket shall not be shed. Fortunately there is a breeze – a light one but just enough to disperse the heat somewhat. After an hour a lady comes up and asks if I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 84
Diary Of A Busker Day 84 Tuesday April 19th Winchester High Street, (1. opposite Clarks, Time: 1:45-3:25pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:50-6:40pm.) I’ve just sat down and tuned the guitar when one of my regulars turns up. He says he’s seen our friend Marie Therese, the long burgundy coated French lady. “Oh yes, she wants me to go to… Read more →