Tag: Winchester

Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 103

Diary Of A Busker Day 103 Sunday May 22nd Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 12:40-1:12pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:05-6:05pm.)           These days there seems to be as many people in town as on any other day, and as I didn’t come in yesterday… I take the obligatory reconnaissance to see who’s in the… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 101

Diary Of A Busker Day 101 Thursday May 19th Winchester High Street (1. Outside Debenhams, Time: 1:35-3:38pm, 2. Opposite WH Smiths, Time: 4:00-6:35pm.) After the drama in the “Big Smoke” yesterday, anything else was bound to be a let-down, and it was. The usual busking spots were occupied – up at the WH Smiths end by the didgeridoo guy and down… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 100

Diary Of A Busker Day 100 Wednesday May 18th, London (Hungerford Foot Bridge, Time: 1:45-4pm).       A landmark day – my hundreth, which finishes in an appropriately memorable way. My session up here in the Big Smoke – the second in as many weeks, was due to my attendance at the unveiling of a restored statue of Frydyric Chopin, which… 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 ~ 98

Diary Of A Busker Day 98 Monday May 16th Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 1:30-6:05pm.)       One of my regulars, the man with two wives turns up just after I start. What has he got to say for himself, the greedy man. “Saw Lady Ga Ga on the telly last night. She’s getting good, isn’t she?”… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 97

Diary Of A Busker Day 97 Sunday May 15th Winchester High Street (opposite WH Smiths, Time: 2:55-5:25pm.)       Busking on a Sunday is a rare occurance for me – God and I rest on a Sunday. But an hour or two won’t do any harm, I reckon. Emerging from the Westgate, I can already see quite a few people about,… Read more →