Diary Of A Busker Day 396 Thursday July 4th Winchester/Basingstoke. Winchester High Street (1. Opposite Bellis, Time: 1:07-1:55pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:13-3:51pm). Basingstoke (Entrance to Festival Place). I come into the High Street just as Demelza (for it is she) is starting a set, and as I wanted to set up here – because I want to give the… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 391
Diary Of A Busker Day 391 Monday June 24th Winchester High Street (Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:23-3:23pm). I bump into street cleaner Alan, out and about with his McDonalds cart. His jacket, with the silly McDonalds slogan ‘I’m lovin’ it’, never fails to crack me up, no matter how I’m feeling. I say I’m only going to play an hour as… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 376
Diary Of A Busker Day 376 Sunday May 26th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 2:25-3:58pm 2. Opposite Bellis. Time: 4:08-5:10pm Another day of fine weather – I reckon 60 degrees Fahrenheit is the perfect temperature for fingerstyle playing. Song Of The Day is definitely Yellow Bird, as it secured a £5 note from a woman, and even… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 373
Diary Of A Busker Day 373 Wednesday May 22nd 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:10-2:25pm 2. Opposite Bellis/O2. Time: 2:50-4:50pm The day starts off pretty much like how yesterday ended, in other words, a terrible rate of pay. I get very depressed about it all and I think my mind goes a bit weird and I try… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 359
Diary Of A Busker Day 359 Wednesday May 3rd 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 1:35-3:10pm 2. Opposite Bellis/O2. Time: 3:45-5:25pm The temperature is slightly warmer than yesterday but it’s just as windy. I sell a CD after half an hour and right after that, two women who’ve been sitting at a table come across and tell me… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 344
Diary Of A Busker Day 344 Thursday March 28th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 3-4:20pm At The Buttercross, there’s the same bunch of young people, or students, that were annoying me a few weeks ago. In particular, that ugly, fat girl who was walking by strumming a guitar…and she’s doing it again. I carry on walking…past the mandolin… Read more →