Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

Short Film

Posted on | January 29, 2010 | No Comments

Trendy Italian in Groucho Marx glasses: Excuse me, can I talk to the manager?
Emily: Sure, I’m the manager.
Trendy Italian: Would be be OK to do some filming in the shop for the short film I’m making?
Emily: Possibly – what would be involved?
Trendy Italian: Well, it’s a science fiction story, about a man from the future who travels back in time and arrives in a bookshop? But he’s from the future, so he doesn’t know what books are? But, like, every book he picks up, the knowledge in it is transferred directly into his brain?
Emily: Interesting.
Trendy Italian: Yeah.
Emily: Well, we wouldn’t be able to close the shop, so you’d have to do it while we’re open.
Trendy Italian: That’s fine.
Emily: It should be no problem then.
Trendy Italian: Great! I’ll be in touch.
Emily: OK, fine.
Trendy Italian: Oh, one thing I forgot. The actor will be naked.

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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