Christ that's going back some. I remember the Shaftsbury on York Road. Saturday mornings with Flash Gordon. Vague memories of the Gaiety in Harehills before the Gaiety fell into the beck alongside. Also the Kingsway. Always getting thrown out. My epic so to speak was getting thrown out before I even got in. They had this great big comissionair outside with a bloody huge over coat full off brass buttons. I asked him if he was Widow Twanky. Fair pissed him off. They converted the Kingsway to a house of worship for us of the chosen race. So we called it the cynemagogue. At the flicks the whole point was taking the piss. We called it casing. A pity for anyone that paid to see the film. But we lived in a different age. We were at war with any teacher. They were with us. I got spanked regularly. Never got through a French class as I was always thrown out after five minutes. It became a ritual. Nowadays we would be regarded as vandals and get loaded down with Ritalin. Can you imagine that when neon street lights came out we used to throw stones at them to see them explode. Before fucking social workers and bleeding hearts. But it was fun then. Sorry for going on ........ But there you go. Michael Sent from my iPad Dr. Michael Benjamin Community Psychiatrist
On Nov 28, 2010, at 11:38 AM, Chris Nickson <[email protected]> wrote: > For those of us old enough to recall Saturday matinees and films at the big > cinemas in town, the usherette is more than a creature of myth. And none of > the horribly overpriced popcorn and junk you get today. > > My dad had tales from when he was assistant manager at the ABC on Vicar Lane > not long after the war, then managed another, smaller place (shamefully, I > don't recall which one). > > As for Pearl & Dean ads, they still have them, after a fashion and still > marked P&D, when I go to the Broadway in Nottingham. > > Betty wrote: > > I have never seen the Jazz Singer but I know that my mum only ever saw the > second half of it because she was the cashier at the Odeon in the Headrow > and couldn't see the first half of any film as she was counting the takings. > My Aunty Mag, who was an usherette saw all the films except for the bits > just before the intervals as she had to go and get her tray ("from the girl > with the tray") for her sales spot. She used to nick the batteries from > the wee lamps they had over the trays for her son's bike lamps. > _______________________________________________ > Leedslist mailing list > Info and options: > http://mailman-new.greennet.org.uk/mailman/listinfo/leedslist > To unsubscribe, email [email protected] > > MARCHING ON TOGETHER > _______________________________________________ Leedslist mailing list Info and options: http://mailman-new.greennet.org.uk/mailman/listinfo/leedslist To unsubscribe, email [email protected] MARCHING ON TOGETHER
