The annoying sounds of other people crunching crisps and popcorn, straw-slurping drinks, crackling sweet wrappers and continuous whispered chattering are the reasons I won't go to the cinema at all any more. When we did used to go on occasion (when there was a film I really wanted to see), I always used to say to my husband before we went in: "I hope we don't get the popcorn crunchers and people with crackling sweet wrappers near us', but sure as eggs, just as the film was about to start, what began as a single sweet being unwrapped accompanied by a bit of whispering as the crackling packet was passed along the row, the inevitable cacophony of cinema noise soon began to grow and was off and running in no time at all and it drove me mad! I came to the conclusion it must have been the negative vibes I put out when I entered that drew them to me like magnets. When we were young, the delicious ice cream in cardboard tubs we bought from smiling ladies with their torchlit trays during the interval was always such a heavenly way to enjoy a delicious snack between films. It must be hell on earth nowadays if the previous posts and comments are anything to go by!
Good Morning Tuesday 26th May 2026



, because, and I quote, “these tickets cost sixty quid each”). I never was a Tommy Cooper fan.