I remember the Commodore well, my mum would take me there on a Saturday afternoon and afterwards we would call into the chip shop on the corner of Elmshott lane, for a 4p bag of the best chips ever tasted.
When I was older, I would meet up with Ken Felix and we would get into the cinema through the back door, very bad luck if we were caught by manger, it meant a thick ear from him, and he would throw us out. Only caught us once though.
To get up to the circle by the staircase, ment passing the ball room, and on that landing was a very large leather sofa, sitting on that sofa, on the centrally heated landing was luxury. In 1946 all we had at home was a small coal fire.
I remember the Commodore well, my mum would take me there on a Saturday afternoon and afterwards we would call into the chip shop on the corner of Elmshott lane, for a 4p bag of the best chips ever tasted.
When I was older, I would meet up with Ken Felix and we would get into the cinema through the back door, very bad luck if we were caught by manger, it meant a thick ear from him, and he would throw us out. Only caught us once though.
To get up to the circle by the staircase, ment passing the ball room, and on that landing was a very large leather sofa, sitting on that sofa, on the centrally heated landing was luxury. In 1946 all we had at home was a small coal fire.
David Wiltshire