Bookshop Memories: Willie Rushton

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Many years ago I worked in London doing a crappy little admin job. I spent my lunch hours scouring the side streets for interesting shops. On one of my walks I came across a tiny little place with piles of books and a wooden chair in the window. It was very narrow inside with a row of rickety wooden shelves running down the middle of the shop from the front to the back. They were overloaded with treasures, looking fit to buckle under their weight. The shelves were held up by yet more piles of books on the floor. The man at the counter sat in an armchair reading a tiny book with a tattered, black leather cover. A young woman sat on the floor sorting through old postcards, putting them in baskets. At first glance there were two other customers, both men in suits, but as I reached the end of the shelves to go down the other aisle, I noticed another male customer right down the end, silhouetted against the window.

As I mooched along, I came across a book that I’d read with my dad loads of times but hadn’t seen for years – Ken Dodd’s Butty Book. I stood there chuckling at the silly jokes while the two businessmen tutted at me. Then, from right behind my head I heard “Don’t mind them, just keep laughing. Bloody stiffs.” Anyone who’s ever heard Willie Rushton speak knows how deep and rumbly his voice is and how well it carries. He made me jump but I recognised him before I even turned round. The two businessmen scuttled away and I was left wordless. I tried to laugh but think I may have wheezed instead. I did manage to say goodbye when I left and he returned the gesture with a smile. The first person I told when I got back to the office said “Who’s Willie Rushton?”

I know he wasn’t the most famous person in the world but I’d grown up listening to him on the radio and watching him on the telly. He was clever and funny, irreverent and marvellous. I wish I had been able to speak, to think of something amusing and memorable to entertain him with or perhaps had the wherewithal to treat him to a round or two of Mornington Crescent.

Do you have any bookshop memories or memorable encounters to share?

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