Well that was a night to remember! First off, the film, that we had planned to see - Suicide Squad, had finished last night and the choice of three films was limited. We elected to see Bad Moms in the hope of some humour and light relief.
But first the cinema itself; it was housed in an old beautiful art deco theatre with faded elegance running right through it. We tried hard to over look the rack and ruin that it had been left in, as well as trying hard not to gag at the musty mould smell, which permeated the whole building.
I tried to forgive the dirt and litter in the ladies; maybe the cleaner hadn’t been able to get to them before this showing and I also tried to ignore the ripped velvet plush seats and refuse in the seating aisles.
We decided to see how long we could manage in this state of disrepair before we decided to leave but then things began to happen.
First, as a joke, I had stated that the cinema had the distinct look of a seedy, SOHO joint that housed gentlemen who watched a certain type of film and took part in certain types of activities! This made my lovely husband laugh until I noticed at the side of me one of the owners/ workers, who was dressed so smartly in a suit, with shirt and tie, was busy doing up his flies as I spoke!
We were the only customers in the cinema at this time but then the doors opened and in walked five young Asian ladies complete with popcorn and drinks. They were soon followed by another five and then another until the cinema was nearly full with young ladies and girls from the ages of about 12 to 17. They sat and waited for the film to start. By this time their chatter had relaxed us and we decided to stay and watch the film as well.
The young man whom I’d seen previously at the back of the theatre made his way to the front to speak to the girls. He made them laugh and then pirouetted and basically preened himself so that their nervous giggles filled the room. It was highly embarrassing as I think that he had forgotten that we were sitting there as well. However, the film started and it was amusing in the Bridesmaid/ Hangover genre way.
We left the cinema and decide to treat ourselves to a supper at one of the cafes still open. We surprised our waitress with our order, of hot apple pie and custard. She returned with it and true to the spirit of this holiday –it was cold! We tried again and it came back hot but what was more interesting was the altercation between the manageress and one of the customers that had been developing as we waited.
He was on his mobile phone eating his meal but he had it on speaker phone so he shouted down the phone and the person on the other end responded in kind. It was quite loud and a few raised heads began to show. The manageress asked the man to turn it down as people on the other side of the cafe could hear everything and were disturbed by his conversation. This caused an instant negative reaction and a full out argument ensued.
Eventually he did turn the phone off and the manageress tried to make amends by talking to him about his evening and soon all was smoothed over.
Who says you can’t enjoy yourself in Eastbourne.
We made our way back to the hotel to pack and get ready for our journey home the next day.
Thought for the day: When it is dark look for stars.