Rather than bore you with the details of how my decorating plans went completely tits up yesterday, I thought I’d write about something else that popped into my head.
I mentioned earlier that we went to the pictures earlier this week.
To see a film.
Because that’s what you do at the pictures.
And it’s something we have always done as a family, right from when the kids were young, and they have grown up enjoying their regular trips out to the local picture house. We still all go out now, as a family, only we don’t have to watch the tedious children’s films.
Those readers of a certain age (that’s both of you, then) may remember the Saturday Morning Pictures, where kids could go – on a Saturday morning, funnily enough – and watch two children’s films, with an interval in the middle for ice cream from one of those ladies with the tray around her neck. All this was often preceded by a children’s entertainer who would whip the kids up into an excited frenzy before the films started.
It was brilliant!
And all this was ridiculously cheap. costing just a few pence, as I remember.
I think we had to pay extra for the ice creams.
I can remember my mum putting me and my sisters on the bus – with me in charge, as at ten years old I was the eldest – and that was us out of her hair for the morning.
We knew where to get off. We knew a lot of the other kids there.
But we wouldn’t dream of doing it now.
Different times.
I think you have a great business idea there, Masher. Go and buy up one of those old cinema houses, rent a clown, Get a run of old films, get some cornettos from Costco, and then charge parents an exorbitant amount to leave their kids there. You know they’d pay it!
Only if you agree to be the manageress, Jules.
Oh go on then.
Damn! I also remember saturday morning pics.
3d downstairs & 6d up and I had to walk.
All the way to the Odeon?
My mum would never have let us walk that far: much better to put us on a bus full of strangers.
I have started to watch children movies both at cinema and home… Sometimes they are fun, 😃
Depends on your mental age, Rajesh 🙂
Super memories! We (well, I) would occasionally go to the Saturday morning flicks in the Blaenavon Coliseum and have the same experiences. These days one has to take out a bank loan just to buy refreshments (except anyone with common sense fills their rucksack with goodies and saves £000s
We have, on occasion, taken in a carrier bag with popcorn and drinks, but a rucksack?
Some years ago, I remember seeing an older couple seated across the aisle from us. They had a flask and sandwiches!