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In London’s Covent Garden, there’s a poster shop filled with old, slightly yellowed music hall posters.

Thin sheets they were called: long, single strips listing — in half a dozen typefaces — the acts playing at the Lowestoft Hippodrome, the Abergavenny Bijou, etc.

Two dozen acts a night, Myrtle and Ethel the singing sisters, the Tumbling Trimboles, etc. People who did the same routine for decades and, when retiring, “sold the act” for someone else to take on.