I know it rained frogs yesterday and the world is kinda wonky in general… but this shop. is so. fekkin weird.
I had barely walked through the door and the shopkeeper was already screaming at his phone and trying to… idk, jump into it?! ...while a hippie rapper and a police person dressed in all white were holding him back by his arms. And during all this absolute nonsense, the shopkeeper was screaming “I won’t be confessed to, after 6000 years, in a bloody YELP REVIEW, while someone is practicing the kazoo in my left ear.”
Soho bookshops, man. They just don’t make ‘em like this anymore.