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I remember 'Harrisons' on the King's Road back in the '60s - a bit of a dive! Saw a few of the films mentioned. 'Singing in the Rain' being a favourite at the time. It's not really that long ago from my perspective. Yes, there are lots of alternatives on the entertainment front these days, but most of it seems pretty tedious to me. Content doesn't match up to the technology as far as I'm concerned!

By Stefan Bremner-Morris (04/06/2014)

Around this time my three favourite haunts were the Princes News Theatre in North Street, The Duke of York's and, my favourite, the Odeon Kemptown in Paston Place where I saw my first film with my mum in the '40s. As I stated somewhere else on the site, in those times we took sandwiches with us and a bottle of water, that's how it was after the war, nobody had much of anything then except getting on with life and making the best of it. Sometimes you would have an ice cream if mum was a bit flush, which was very rare. I also loved Saturday mornings at the Odeon, some of the films seem so corny now but at the time they hit the spot. Eating out was over the road from the Odeon after the Saturday morning spot at the bakers getting some bread and dripping and stale cakes for three pence, just loved it.

By Mick Peirson (07/06/2014)

In the 1950's we lived in Pyecombe. Mum used to take us (my brother and I) on the bus to Brighton, now and again for shopping in either London Road (Co-op) or Western Road. Like Mick, invariably we ended up in the Princes News Theatre in North Street, which we loved, even after we had the telly at home. When we went to London, we again seemed to end up at the News Theatre at Victoria Station!

By Martin White (11/06/2014)

I also remember the Princes News in Victoria station. My mum was a Londoner as was I, my dad was from Brighton so as a kid it was just lovely to get on the train to London to see relatives, and the little News Theatre. I remember the noisy trams which I also loved. I am addicted to all those cartoons from the 40s and the 50s, and so are my grandchildren, they were and still are so funny to me. I used to go out with a girl whom I later married that had her pony in stables at Pycombe just before the hill on the right hand side on the A23 going from Brighton. Many a weekend was spent riding over the downs in the summer and having a pint in the Plough, lovely days.

By Mick Peirson (12/06/2014)

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