Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

A Little Treadmill

Posted on | December 1, 2009 | No Comments

Jaunty man in trench coat: Bet that keeps you fit, eh?
Emily: (putting down heavy box) It certainly does.
Jaunty man in trench coat: Keeps the old muscles in shape.
Emily: Yes.
Jaunty man in trench coat: I’ve got a little treadmill myself.
Emily: Oh yes?
Jaunty man in trench coat: Keep it in the bedroom. Just have a little go on it now and then.
Emily: Right.
Jaunty man in trench coat: Keep yourself trim, that’s it, eh?
Emily: I suppose so.
Girl with hat: Excuse me, do you have cookery books.
Jaunty man in trench coat: Heavy ones, I’ll bet, eh? Ha ha.
Emily: (to girl) Downstairs on the … no hold on, I’ll show you.

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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