b is for bookseller
I left the flat around 9:30ish on my Brompton yesterday. Was riding in a Driving Miss Daisy-like speed as London morning traffic can be quite daunting, but then saw random guy in those oh so sexy biker shorts zooming ahead, so decided to cycle along at a similar breakneck pace. First day was introduced to the bits and pieces, and reminded about the mad, eccentric punters that fancy coming to the shop, to which I find very amusing. The shop has a nice collection, ranging from Katie Price's autobiography to Rabelais' giants. The people who work there are pretty cool, creating a friendly atmosphere. They seem to have a genuine love for books; at the end of the day, they end up buying books from themselves.
Shopgirl signing off.
('Shopgirl' name origin: Meg Ryan's cyberspace ID in You've Got Mail.)