Tag: Yellow Bird

Diary Of A Busker Day 343

Diary Of A Busker Day 343 Wednesday March 27th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 3:13-4:07pm The temperature on the BBC weather website says 3.4 degrees, which is about 2 degrees warmer than Monday, so I reckon I’ll last another 15 minutes. Once again, young Sam’s at The Buttercross although he’s packing up when I get there. We have… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 339

Diary Of A Busker Day 339 Sunday March 17th 2013 Winchester High Street, opposite Vodafone. Time: 4:35-5:10pm A very short, end of the day session. Sunny but cold; my right thumb started to freeze after ten minutes. Shortly after, I see Maurice coming up the road on my right, as usual shouting something. Then he stops next to me, shouting,… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 315

Diary Of A Busker Day 315 Friday January 11th 2013 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 2:10-3:45pm 2. Opposite Bellis. Time: 4:38-5pm 3. Opposite Oxfam Time: 5:07-5:40pm The return to the High Street of Demelza Stafford. I haven’t seen her for months, in fact, not since the day before she was to audition for Madame Butterfly in Bracknell. She’s… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 303

Diary Of A Busker Day 303 Wednesday November 7th 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Vodafone. Time: 1:15-2:35pm 2. Opposite Oxfam. Time: 2:57-4:25pm A man I recognise from a couple of weeks ago asks me if I’ve learnt his request yet. As I’ve obviously forgotten, I’ve got no idea what he’s talking about. He reminds me, ‘You said you’d learn… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 287

Diary Of A Busker Day 287 Saturday September 22nd 2012 Winchester High Street 1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3-4:13pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 4:36-6:30pm My third public outing with the double-neck…and I’m STILL not sure about it, and I’ve spent whole evenings trying to make it sound like my Epiphone; playing them one after the other, plugging in one, playing it… Read more →

Diary Of A Busker Day 281

Diary Of A Busker Day 281 Friday September 7th 2012 Romsey, the Market, Time: 10:16-11:33, 12:28-132pmReturn to Romsey (sounds like an old film) – a sort of brief respite from Winchester, and drunken idiots falling down and bleeding all over the pavement next to me. And it’s nice to see Bertie again; when I told him I was momentarily fed… Read more →