Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop


Posted on | February 26, 2010 | No Comments

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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  • "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