The coliseum in the 50s showed the more sex and horror movies though on occasion they were suitable to go with my parents. latterly it got very down at heel. On one visit I touched the row in front with my knee and the entire row fell over. On another occasion mid-film a double door under the centre of the screen opened showing a brilliant light and out of it emerged an old lady in her slippers carrying a teapot with which she exited stage left, returning later and closing the door behind her. Surreal. Never to be forgotten.
My Grandmother was manager at the Central for many years. She was well appreciated for getting on well with the local population. At her funeral aged 90 we were all stunned at the arrival of a chauffeur driven Rolls-Royce from which alighted a dapper little old man who sat at the rear of the chapel and said nothing. An Andrews? Who knows? A story fit for the screen?
The coliseum in the 50s showed the more sex and horror movies though on occasion they were suitable to go with my parents. latterly it got very down at heel. On one visit I touched the row in front with my knee and the entire row fell over. On another occasion mid-film a double door under the centre of the screen opened showing a brilliant light and out of it emerged an old lady in her slippers carrying a teapot with which she exited stage left, returning later and closing the door behind her. Surreal. Never to be forgotten.
My Grandmother was manager at the Central for many years. She was well appreciated for getting on well with the local population. At her funeral aged 90 we were all stunned at the arrival of a chauffeur driven Rolls-Royce from which alighted a dapper little old man who sat at the rear of the chapel and said nothing. An Andrews? Who knows? A story fit for the screen?
In the 50’s, in common with the trend, when the Bill Haley film rock around the clock came round there was dancing in the aisles at The Regent.