I popped into a newish bookshop at the weekend, the Gutter Bookshop in (where else?) Temple Bar. I'd been told it had a good section on acting, so I wanted to have a look.
And then it started to rain, and I was trapped, quite unwilling to dash to the nearby Queen of Tarts café. So I picked up two books while waiting for the rain to end, and enjoyed the feeling of smugness in helping a nice little bookstore.