Childhood memories of cinema trips
Mum, dad and I were frequent flyers to the Pentridge. There were shows Monday to Wednesday; new films Thursday to Saturdays and a different film on a Sunday – always sat in a circle.
At the interval, I bought a small bottle of pop at the kiosk. There was a superb display with at least six flavours to choose from. They may have been produced locally, perhaps from the premises on the corner of Oxford Road and Parliament Street.
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Hide AdAt the end of the show, the National Anthem was played. I don’t know whether it was a legal requirement or just custom and practice but the Pentridge’s compliance was minimal.
People started to stand up. A 78 record blasted out ‘God Save Our’ and then the record played was ripped across to the final ‘God Save our King/Queen’ – all the middle omitted.
The bar of the fire escape door clanged open and we exited via the fire escape onto ‘“t’Pentridge Bottom.”
C. Fergusson
Burnley