Diary Of A Busker Day 200 Friday February 24th 1. Romsey (market, Time: 10:20-1:30pm), 2 Winchester High Street (opposite Vodafone, Time: 5:30-6:25pm). A strange thing – although practically all my busking is done in Winchester, the “landmark” days (Days 1, 100 and 200) seem to be outside. However, I haven’t been here in Romsey since early December, so it’s 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 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 185
Diary Of A Busker Day 185 Friday December 2nd Romsey Market, Time: 10:30-12:30pm. I missed my last bi-monthly visit (to this fair market town), so return I must, but it’s a cold day. Before I start, Bertie the flowerman puts in a request – The Good, The Bad And The Ugly – in fact, all three. So, for the… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 184
Diary Of A Busker Day 184 Thursday December 1st Winchester High Street (1. opposite Card Factory, Time: 12:10-1:45pm, 2. opposite Vodafone, Time: 2-2:30, 2:45-3:15pm). I’ve had a week off – it’s been cold, windy and wet most days, but today’s fine. I head on down to Debenhams – to warm up (I reckon the sound of the buses will drown… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 182
Diary Of A Busker Day 182 Monday November 21st Winchester High Street (1. opposite The Body Shop, Time: 11:20-1:27pm, 2. opposite O2, Time: 2:22-5pm). A lady says her husband’s got a guitar just like mine. I bet he hasn’t got a tank top/jumper like mine – unless he’s a hundred years old. Five young guys come by while I’m… Read more →