Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

Rokeham

Tiny white-haired wizened Indian man: You have Rokeham? Emily: I’m sorry, what was that? Tiny white-haired wizened Indian man: Rokeham? You have? Emily: Rokeham? Tiny white-haired wizened Indian man: No, Rokeham. Emily: I’m sorry, I don’t recognise the name, what kind of subject is that? Tiny white-haired wizened Indian man: Rokeham. Emily:(Handing tiny white-haired wizened [...]

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Do you sell books?

Man on phone: Do you have any books about the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth? Emily:No I’m afraid not, at the moment. Man on phone: Do you have the book 84 Charing Cross Road? Emily: No, we don’t have that either, sorry. Man on phone: Do you sell books? Emily: Yes. Just not those two.

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Pulped

Sprightly elderly chap: You want to watch out. I’m 85 and I’ve got thirteen thousand books. Emily: That’s quite a collection. Sprightly elderly chap: Only read half of them. Emily: It’s good to have something waiting on the shelf. Sprightly elderly chap: Do you know, I was in a bookshop in Norwich in 1941 and [...]

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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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