As I walked in to watch the movie I was hit with unfamiliar cinema smells - talcum powder, imperial leather soap, even maybe brill cream. I looked around and realised I was the youngest there by about 35 years and the next youngest was my Dad!
The message to silence mobile phones began and the reaction was astounding. Flustered little old ladies started fumbling around in their bags digging furiously through the contained masses of the unimaginable. Following the now found phones was the harassment of husbands for help while buttons loudly blurted out their sounds around the cinema. I sat back and watched with amusement at how stereotypical the whole scenario was...little did I know how much better it was going to get.
Beside the distraction of the old man behind breathing so loudly I assumed he had swallowed a microphone, in the midst of the pre-movie silence someone let one off making that sound when you blow wind into an empty bottle. "Oh dear Lord don't let it smell" I thought to myself as I clung to the chair holding my nose trying desperately not to laugh out loud. The entire time I struggled to regain control every other person just sat there not moving a muscle as if to say "could of happened to anybody".
The movie began and so did the running commentary "Oh Harry we used to have a horse like that, what was his name?", "Pat she is going to get a saddle, I bet you it's a saddle", "Oh isn't that beautiful, look at that", "Ha ha ha look Patty, Jacks got tears in his eyes ha ha ha".
Needless to say the movie was enjoyable and so was the carrying ons of the oldies.
As I exited the movies I got one last hoorah as they all entered single file into the toilets before the trip home.
You know what was the best bit, they didn't care two hoots about what anybody else thought, they all enjoyed the social outing with smiles from the great company they shared, and tears from the great movie.
It goes to show they may be getting on but they all still remain young at heart.
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