The nearest cinema has ten regular screens and three Gold Class screens. I took the opportunity to watch Frost/Nixon in a Gold Class screen on Saturday night because the premium over a regular ticket was only £2. (£7.20 to watch a film in a regular screen on a Saturday night was expensive enough that I didn’t consider the premium a deterrent.)

The Gold Screens were situated in a different part of the cinema than the regular screens and I was able to buy a bottle of beer to take into the screen. The seat had enough leg-room to stretch out and enough arm-rest space to avoid knocking against the person sitting next to me. There was a large sideboard to rest my beer on and any space for a small box of salted popcorn. The only thing lacking was a coat stand.

Will I purchase a Gold Class ticket in the future? Almost certainly because it was a more relaxing and ‘grown-up’ experience.

Would I purchase a Gold Class ticket regularly? Perhaps not because £9.20 is a scary price to pay for every visit to the cinema.

I found these photos in iPhoto at the weekend and realised I forgot to write about how bizarre an experience this was. The quality isn’t great because I wasn’t sure about how to take night-time photos.

Mike and I were walking back from Sainsbury’s one evening and we noticed a car with a very flat tire. (We could have been walking back from The Picturehouse, I cannot be sure of the details.)

Further down the same street we saw more cars with very flat tires and they seemed to have something in common.

Upon closer inspection (but not too close in-case somebody noticed us and thought we had slashed the cars) we saw a “calling card”.

Imagine how angry you would be if somebody left you with a flat tire just because they thought you made a poor vehicle choice.