
Originally Posted by
Oakie
Can't believe I'm still giggling about a fart I did 33 years ago!
Actually ... on reflection ...yes I can.
I suppose you were one of the cool dudes, swaggering down the stairs from the back rows just before the lights came on at half time, lighting up a cigarette while still inside.
The 'tough guys wore jackets with the collars turned up, the rest of us wore cardigans. 
The Saturday 5 oclock movies were for the teens, the 8 oclock showing for the rest.
At Putaruru, Arthur Fountain would have all the ice creams already rolled by half time, little groups standing in the foyer looking at each other, the 'Oakies' outside leaning on the Cortinas and Holdens smoking up large, some guy in a Mk11 Zepher would do a burn up in Kensington st. After the film, around to the Geneva bar for a coffee and to watch the fights untill the cops turned up. Home by midnight.
People would get dressed up to go to the picture theatre back then.
Some things have changed.
" Rule books are for the Guidance of the Wise, and the Obedience of Fools"
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