My bookshop fantasies ndash 2
In the 70s there was a normal bookshop in London, on the edge of Soho, maybe Tottenham Court Road or Charing Cross Road, and going past I noticed a sign saying ‘adult books’ and an arrow pointing downstairs. Of course I went in, and you had to walk the length of the shop, in your dirty mac, to get to the stairs leading down to the dirty bookshop. Once there though I had the joy many times of acquiring armfuls of mags to add to my huge collection. There’s always a few of us in there, pervs in...