Tag: WH Smiths

Diary Of A Busker Day 506

Diary Of A Busker Day 506 Thursday February 13th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 12:48-2:03pm). Mandolin John – although I never see him with a mandolin anymore, it’s a guitar now – is shouting at The Butter Cross, again in his dark suit – quite smart, but I think he’s a bit of a nutter…he has to be, doing it… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 431

Diary Of A Busker Day 431 Thursday August 15th (1. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 3:35-5:05pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 5:35-6:35pm). When I get to The Butter Cross, there’s a bunch of brass players promoting tonight’s show at the theatre. Actually, they’re not playing: they’re on a break, or packing up as some of them appear to be… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 241

Diary Of A Busker Day 241 Thursday May 31st 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:35-3:01pm, 2. Opposite WH Smiths, Time: 3:30-5:20pmThey’re all out today; Rob – blasting at The Buttercross, a young guy a bit further down, and Ben, complete with dog and huge bowl of water, which I’m assuming is the dog’s, opposite Vodafone. So I… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 240

Diary Of A Busker Day 240 Wednesday May 30th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:52-3:05pm At the top end of the High Street, Carol insists, despite my protestations, that I accept two pound coins, so the day gets off to a good start before I’ve even started playing. There’s no one else out today so, where to set… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 227

Diary Of A Busker Day 227 Tuesday April 24th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 11:43-1:25pm 2. Opposite WH Smiths. Time: 2:15-5:15pmIt starts drizzling just as I start to play, but it’s not too bad and stops after three songs. A couple in their early 60s stop, listen, pay a compliment (verbal not coinage), walk off, have a… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 226

Diary Of A Busker Day 226 Thursday April 19th 2012 Winchester High Street Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:45-3:25pm On the way down the high street I pass a young man playing a vibraphone – unusual for here. He has a card in front which says RUSSIAN STUDENT. He’s just down from The Buttercross so I can still hear him a bit… Read more →