Diary Of A Busker Day 569 Saturday June 7th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 1:15-3:35pm, 2. Opposite Pavilion, Time: 4:38-6:23pm). Another day of fine weather and – weirdly for a Saturday afternoon – no one at The Butter Cross. Sod it, I’m going to take advantage! So, who turns up after not even 10 minutes, but Rick Tarrant. I… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 568
Diary Of A Busker Day 568 Friday June 6th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Gieves & Hawkes, Time: 1:48-2:06pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:14-3:35pm). I’d spotted Rob’s stuff in front of The Butter Cross when I came into town this morning, so I knew he’d be holed up there for a few hours…and sure enough, a few hours later he was… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 566
Diary Of A Busker Day 566 Thursday May 29th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite River Island, Time: 1:20-2:25pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:30-2:55pm). Just as I’m coming into town, it starts raining and the only place I can set up is at the Vodafone end of The Pentice, right near Big Issue Monica…and things were slow. That friendly foreign nanny and… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 564
Diary Of A Busker Day 564 Tuesday May 27th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: approximately one hour 25 minutes, 2. Opposite Pavilion, Time: one and a half hours. Exact times not recorded) I had two proper paying gigs – last Tuesday and Saturday, so I didn’t bother coming into town for over a week. In fact, I was a… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 563
Diary Of A Busker Day 563 Sunday May 18th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavilion, Time: 3:17-4:47pm, 2. Opposite River Island, Time: 4:54-5:36pm). Not one donation for 28 minutes. In fact, I was just about to pack up, thinking half an hour’s long enough to put up with this rubbish, when a kid donated, followed by an adult then another one.… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 559
Diary Of A Busker Day 559 Tuesday May 13th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 1:20-2:25pm, 2. Opposite Pavilion, Time: 2:30-3:15pm). I get the first of two related comments. Those of the ‘you’re wasted here’ variety. The first, from an Irish lady wearing those big black cataract glasses. She was sitting over the road for a bit, then she comes… Read more →