Passing Thoughts Of A Mad Priest

I know it was bad for our health and grossly unpleasant if you were not a partaker, but, from an aesthetic point of view, I really miss the cigarette smoke billowing in the beam from the projector whilst we watched the original "Man From Uncle" film or the latest "Carry On" down the our local fleapit. In those, now far off, black and white days, we didn't just watch and read noir, we lived it. Technicolour and living a long life are overrated in my selectively Luddite opinion.

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