Astra - camp cinema, very popular with brats, notwithstanding the mayhem to get in through the side entrance. Price of admission was 6d I believe. Senior Entries took the privilege to go to the front of the half hour or so queue, occasionally some of them using the heads of the junior brats as a walkway!. There was a great surge when the metal door opened. The bulky cinema manager hurled himself at the heaving mass to little avail. Then suddenly all went quiet - you were inside - you'd made it. You could now look forward to the roar and shouts of "Good old Fred" as Fred Quimby's name came up on the credits for 'Tom and Gerry'. 

There was that time when, during a cowboy film, I forget the title, when the uproar was such that a screen appeared (not for the first time, or last) with the warning 'Until the unruly behaviour stops the film will continue to roll but without sound or vision' - or something to that effect. We were only cheering the fact that the hero named 'Ring' had found the lost heroine. "Where did you find her Ring?" one of the gang asked.

 Innocent I was in those days, I thought 'camp bicycle' was one of those black 'sit-up and beg' bikes one could borrow from the SWO. Couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. I was later to learn that it was one of those lie down and beg friendly local lasses they were talking about.