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athousanderrors) wrote2020-06-19 08:02 pm
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asparklethatisblue: captainclickycat: jupitermelichios: Something I feel like the non-British...
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asparklethatisblue:
captainclickycat:
jupitermelichios:
Something I feel like the non-British parts of the good omens fandom would be interested to know is that those descriptions of Aziraphale’s shop, about how he almost never opens and tries to avoid selling anything, that’s not something that’s unique to him. That’s just a thing here.
There’s an instrument maker in the town where my mum lives. He makes amazing violins and cellos. In the decade my mum has lived there I’ve seen the shop open twice. I went in, out of interested, the second time I saw it open. There was no one behind the desk but there was a sign that said “If you’re not serious about buying, go away”. (So I did).
We went to Haye on Wye for my dad’s birthday one year. It’s a town on the Welsh border that’s famous for being full of second hand book shops. Like, it’s 70% bookshops. We went on a Saturday, at the height of tourist season. We were there an entire day. A good half the shops didn’t open once.
I sort of assumed every country had these, but I’m gathering from a lot of what I’m seen from the American fans that shops that don’t ever actually open aren’t really a thing over there, and I thought you guys would be interested to know that we have them, and no one who grew up anywhere near one thinks anything of it.
In my Welsh uni town nobody would’ve batted an eyelid at an old bookshop with weird erratic hours, a proprietor who’s reluctant to actually sell anything, and a snake occasionally roaming around. That would have been one of the less noticeable ones.
There was one craft shop where a spaniel manned the till.
There’s an art supply shop here which you can only enter by walking into a butcher’s shop and going all the way through it… weird little shops just… exist
I used to live round the corner from an old record shop. The shop was literally piled high with clear plastic tubs filled with cds and records. No system - the owner knew where everything was. He would sit in the doorway in a folding chair, and you could really only buy something if you knew what you wanted. You’d tell him, and he’d go and find it. He didn’t like people browsing (even if you COULD get in the door).
That is, of course, when he’d decided to open. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason to his opening hours.
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asparklethatisblue:
captainclickycat:
jupitermelichios:
Something I feel like the non-British parts of the good omens fandom would be interested to know is that those descriptions of Aziraphale’s shop, about how he almost never opens and tries to avoid selling anything, that’s not something that’s unique to him. That’s just a thing here.
There’s an instrument maker in the town where my mum lives. He makes amazing violins and cellos. In the decade my mum has lived there I’ve seen the shop open twice. I went in, out of interested, the second time I saw it open. There was no one behind the desk but there was a sign that said “If you’re not serious about buying, go away”. (So I did).
We went to Haye on Wye for my dad’s birthday one year. It’s a town on the Welsh border that’s famous for being full of second hand book shops. Like, it’s 70% bookshops. We went on a Saturday, at the height of tourist season. We were there an entire day. A good half the shops didn’t open once.
I sort of assumed every country had these, but I’m gathering from a lot of what I’m seen from the American fans that shops that don’t ever actually open aren’t really a thing over there, and I thought you guys would be interested to know that we have them, and no one who grew up anywhere near one thinks anything of it.
In my Welsh uni town nobody would’ve batted an eyelid at an old bookshop with weird erratic hours, a proprietor who’s reluctant to actually sell anything, and a snake occasionally roaming around. That would have been one of the less noticeable ones.
There was one craft shop where a spaniel manned the till.
There’s an art supply shop here which you can only enter by walking into a butcher’s shop and going all the way through it… weird little shops just… exist
I used to live round the corner from an old record shop. The shop was literally piled high with clear plastic tubs filled with cds and records. No system - the owner knew where everything was. He would sit in the doorway in a folding chair, and you could really only buy something if you knew what you wanted. You’d tell him, and he’d go and find it. He didn’t like people browsing (even if you COULD get in the door).
That is, of course, when he’d decided to open. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason to his opening hours.
(Your picture was not posted)