Diary Of A Busker Day 197 Friday February 17th Winchester High Street (opposite O2, Time: 4:40-6:20pm). I head down to my favourite spot these days – the crossroads, but see there’s already someone there. It’s a young lady singer, who is barely audible. In fact I thought it was just someone standing waiting to meet someone until I ws about… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 195
Diary Of A Busker Day 195 Friday February 3rd Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone). Most days when I walk past WH Smiths, there’s a girl I call the Asgard Girl – on account of the placard she holds or rather leans next to her while she’s sitting on the bench reading her book opposite to where I play. Nine… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 194
Diary Of A Busker Day 194 Friday January 27th Winchester High Street (opposite Bellis, Time: 12:50-2:30pm). It’s another bitter (meaning cold) day and I’ve been a bit “under the weather” – whatever that means, so time goes slow… however, today I reacquaint myself with Delia – I thought I might see her as it’s Friday, who I haven’t seen… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 189
Diary Of A Busker Day 189 Thursday January 12th Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:35-4:37pm). For my first half hour, I’m largely ignored (these days, no one ever mentions the articles in the Chronicle – and it was only a few months ago. Instant celebrity, especially of the local variety, is a cruel mistress indeed…). When this happens,… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 187
Diary Of A Busker Day 187 Thursday January 5th Winchester High Street (opposite O2, Time: 2:30-4:32pm). A cold and windy day – more cold than windy… but still cold. The last couple of days have been extremely unhospitable and busker-unfriendly, ie: a lot of rain. I head for the Vodafone spot, roughly half-way down the High Street but it’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 179
Diary Of A Busker Day 179 Friday November 11th Romsey Market, Time: 10:20-12:20pm, Winchester, opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:25-3:05pm. My bi-monthly visits to Romsey continue. Albatross is my third song in. A man approaches, “That’s my favourite song!” “Really?!” “Yes, you know, I’ve got a video – it’s just an Albatross, flying, and that music, and it’s spot on!” “Really?”… Read more →