@LevParikian
This reflects very accurately the current level of my Spanish, in which apparently I can say "as a child I loved to ride my horse in the forest", but not "sorry, am I okay to just sit here while you clean the room"
Richard I died today in 1199 having been shot by a child with a crossbow. He pardoned the child and sent him away with money. But after he died one of his lieutenants skinned the child and hung him.
Things I have learned in life: don’t be competent, don’t be indispensible, don’t be the one who knows where things are. You will never get a minute’s peace
Customers enter shop loudly yelling OH GOD I LOVE OLD BOOKS TAKE A PHOTO OF ME WITH THE BOOKS OH GOD STOP
ME OR I WILL BANKRUPT MYSELF so I immediately know they will not be buying anything. And am proved right
My experiences of Toby Young pt 1: the time he yelled at bookshop staff because his book wasn’t on an eye-level shelf. We shelved, like most bookshops, alphabetically.
#leadingpublicintellectual
So basically, current govt policy-making is like toilet-training a puppy. They pee on the carpet, we shout at them, they pee somewhere else. And somehow, dogs learn not to pee on the carpet, yet here we still are having to stand over Bozo with a rolled-up newspaper EVERY TIME
I recommend this highly. Yes, v v creepy folk horror etc, but also very funny in a "yep, that’s a deer skeleton trying to get in the house, have a sandwich, we’re not going anywhere" way. Top work, that author
@LissaKEvans
@arrroberts
A friend went to a talk in Sweden about acid rain and its effects on the Scandinavian penis, oh I am sorry you say pines is that correct?
Just had a little meander through all the granny medicine cabinet words we know: liniment, lozenge, poultice, linctus, unguent, salve, balsam, pastille
Customer: I want to see the book about sex peas
Me: ... about, sorry?
Her: SEX PEAS THE PLAYWRIGHT WILLIAM SEX PEAS
Me: ah yes the Judi Dench book, let me just find you one
*excuses self to stockroom*
*shrieklaughs into empty box*
*returns*
Me: what luck we have a signed copy
Many years of adult life have confirmed to me that I am pretty much entirely heterosexual, but I can't stop looking at Hannah Waddingham's BODY. I'm not sure it's humanly possible
The thing about being a bookseller is, while you may have Strong Views on what is ill-informed meretricious bullshit and what isn’t, you still have to put it in the window for people who buy that kind of thing, the maudlin credulous fools, and smile as you bag it up for them
Excellent small child throws up outside shop, then maintains deadpan narration over scurry of 3 adults cleaning her up: "I been sick. On my shoes. I told Mummy I felt sick but she said I was just tired. Don’t step in my sick." etc
Because, having been that nerdy 12/13yo, all you wish for from a bookshop is sanctuary, and booksellers who know you will come back with your pocket money because they treated you like an equal. THAT'S IT THAT'S THE END. Anyway it made me happy and proud
WHYYYYY do already-beautiful actresses over 40 always have TERRIBLE and FRANKLY DISFIGURING lip-filler work done, EVEN THE ONES YOU THOUGHT WERE TOO SENSIBLE
Please, please, never use the phrase "simpler times". They were only simpler because your parents were the ones worrying about taxes and the Cold War and strikes, and you weren't. And if your schooldays were "the happiest days of your life", I pity the beJESUS out of you
@AnneLouiseAvery
The weighted blanket was full of tiny glass beads made from lightning striking the sands of the Rub’ Al Khali, and as she tucked it around herself and her sleeping child it promised them a healing sleep, with dreams of djinns and roc’s eggs.
Small child in shop has obviously just learnt the phrase "what the HELL" and is marching around the kids' section like a tiny Matt Berry and I am very mich here for this
While it’s quiet I’d just like to say thanks for being my (carefully-curated) timeline of not-knobends, in an 18-month period where we all could have done with fewer knobends
Anyway that’s my emotional outpouring for this decade, back to your cells
Right, fuck it. We have a load of booze, cheese, and cakey stuff. Books. A cat. Netflix. We didn’t kill each other in the last two lockdowns. We can do this.
If I was fully aware I was about to suffer the hugest and most laughably humiliating defeat of my incompetent and hate-filled life, I'd probably pretend I'd "fucked up the required paperwork" too
I had a Great Work moment the other day (shit, this might be a 🧵) where a nice woman and her 20 something daughter came in to
@lloydsofkewbook
(a Thursday, triple shot latte, yadda yadda). She said "Did you used to work in [other indie bookshop]?" and I said "yes?" 1/3
I've cracked. I'm drinking squeezy bag rosé like a knight with a wineskin in a bad medieval tymes movie. I am transferring it to a glass first, though, because I am a modern woman
I just dragged myself off the sofa to make wild garlic pesto, because apparently they can revoke your membership of the bourgeoisie if you wear yoga pants purely to lie around in. I think I’m safe for another week or so now
#BodenMeinhof
@bjwalsh
@LissaKEvans
@arrroberts
My BIG GUNS is the Air France sales conference where the CEO asked us to thank his esteem collègue and give them the clap
"Could I order a bible please?"
"Was there a particular one you wanted?"
"A holy bible"
"Yes sorry I meant more who published it"
"... God...?"
#adventuresinbookselling
Customer has just BOOKSPLAINED the smell of books to me, which obviously having only been a bookseller for 20yrs (and an avid reader since approx BIRTH) I "may not have noticed", genuinely wtf. I let him have this though as getting excited by books is still adorable.
My experiences of Toby Young pt 2: the multi-author publisher do where literally no bookseller could be persuaded to talk to him despite pleas from publisher’s staff
Woman on train who just asked the trolley bloke "could I have a look at the beef sandwich? .. and could I see the salmon wrap again?" : get over yourself, Lady Penelope, it’s not the lobster tank at the Ritz
Once again nearly had a heart attack as I walked past the cardboard lurker. Every damn time. Luckily no customers in the shop to hear me shout JESUS, FUCK OFF, SHAKESPEARE
I’ll tell you what part of customer-facing jobs really makes me happy: it’s when someone crossly asks you a rude rhetorical question ("why do you stock this drivel anyway?!"), and you make them stand there while you politely and helpfully answer it in full. With a smile.
"Try these. They're a life-changing experience." A lighter, easier take on classic American potato salad, this version uses canned chickpeas in place of potatoes and favors Greek yogurt over mayonnaise.
For a small fee I will go to your enemy's bookshop and take photos of all the books I'm interested in, with the phone camera sound on loud, before leaving without buying anything