"Walking up from the County Square and passed Cuthbertsons with it's display of musical instruments in the window and beyond - the steep rise up Moss Street gave the first glimpse of the 'La Scala'. Under a canopy - a crowd of other picturegoers who had possibly known in advance what was on - filled the area in a series of snake-twisted lines. If it was wet,
a tangible mist, warm and pungent filled the nostrils.
Decide to join or move on up the High Street to the Picture House. It was a more cunning cinema. You decided, ignorant ahead of the fact - as you paid at the kiosk and then walked down the twisting, luxurious
carpeted interior only to find another mass of humanity spread untidily around the fountain and the sweep of stairs to the upper levels.
There was of course the ABC away down the West End - a long way in the wet, especially when you got nearer and found, you'd seen what ever it was they had to offer. Time running out - too late for the Kelburn an
essential ride on the bus. It was trudge back to the County Square, admit defeat hop the tram back home.
Well at least it got you out of the house for a while!" - - - Glen