Found me through the Arthur Recreates blog and looking for something else diverting to while away a few minutes? Check out my Small Plays About My Day blog. They’re tiny plays that happened to me when I worked in a secondhand bookshop on Charing Cross Road in London. They’re all true. Here’s a taster:

Sea Stories: A Small Play About My Day

Man in Denim Jacket: Ah, hello, yes, you’ve got a book in the window, it’s called, um… it’s …
Emily: Which window is it in?
Man in Denim Jacket: What was it called now …
Emily: It’s easiest if you tell me which window it’s in, then I can get it for you.
Man in Denim Jacket: It was something about the sea. Sea Stories, that was it.
Emily: Right, I don’t know the book, so if you just tell me where it is in the window…
Man in Denim Jacket: Oh I know where it is. It’s here.
Emily: This one?
Man in Denim Jacket: No.
Emily: Maybe if you go outside and point to it, then I can find it.
Man in Denim Jacket: Oh it’s this one. No, that’s not it. It was called Sea Stories.
Emily: If you point to it from outside…
Man in Denim Jacket: I’ll point to it from outside.
(Exit man in denim jacket. Pause. Enter man in denim jacket.)
Emily: You didn’t point to it.
Man in Denim Jacket: It’s that one.
Emily: Spa Towns of England?
Man in Denim Jacket: Yes, I’ll take it.
Emily: Right.
Man in Denim Jacket: I was thinking of Bath Spa. Bath water. Sea water. It’s funny, I’m usually good with words.

More plays here –