Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

Ukulele

Man with colourful scarf: Hi! Emily: Hi. Man with colourful scarf: Oh I think I’m in the wrong shop. Emily: Yes? Man with colourful scarf: Do you sell ukuleles? Emily: No. We’re a bookshop. Man with colourful scarf: Where’s the shop that sells ukuleles? Emily: The ukulele shop is up the road that way.

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Maps

Doddery woman with white foundation and sun glasses: Now, I wonder if you can help. Emily: I’ll try. Doddery woman: I have three maps. One shows the theatres but not the roads. Another shows the roads but not the theatres. The last … well, I’ll show you. (Unfolds large map) Emily: I see. Doddery woman: [...]

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  • "In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money."
    George Orwell

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