Diary Of A Busker Day 433 Sunday August 18th, Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:10-2:15pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:45-3:45pm, 3. In front of The Butter Cross, Time: 3:55-5:06pm). At The Butter Cross: two young blokes banging on small drums, and down at the crossroads: the legend known as Frank. Down at Oxfam, I pass an almost bus-free hour, as… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 432
Diary Of A Busker Day 432 Friday August 16th Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:15-6:15pm). There’s no one around the Butter Cross area, but I was there an hour and a half yesterday, so somewhere else maybe…and down at Vodafone, Madeleine is just leaving. I enquire how she’s done and she says she’s been there an hour and has made ‘enough… 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 429
Diary Of A Busker Day 429 Tuesday August 13th Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:15-6pm). On the way down the High Street I bump into Sam carrying his amp and guitar so I ask if he’s about to set up somewhere. He says he’s going home (good!), then he points out the dilapidated state of his gigbag. He’s on the way… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 426
Diary Of A Busker Day 426 Thursday August 8th Winchester High Street (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:06-2:40pm). The first day back here since the day that did my head in. And unlike some other times when I’ve taken a couple of days off, I haven’t missed the High Street at all. I phoned up about my Chichester permit – or rather… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 424
Diary Of A Busker Day 424 Saturday August 3rd Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:05-4:10pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 4:45-5:44pm). Before starting the usual slog, I go into O’Neill’s to play for a bit. This came about last week when I was having the annual 2 pints of Guinness during the annual evening out, while Doll and Jude are off… Read more →