Glynn Cinema, Wrexham (Looking Back)
THIS week’s jottings have jumped the queue, but who can resist such a splendid piece of nostalgia as the postcard of the long defunct Glynn Cinema, passed to me by the Down Memory Lane editor. I was there, second house, balcony, for Hercules Unchained, the night it closed. For someone who has thrived on a diet of B-movie Westerns and horror films at the old Empire the last hours of the Glynn had been an almost spiritual experience. There was a capacity audience, despite Guy Fawkes celebrations going on everywhere. As the 650-crowd streamed out of the gates for the last time their voices were hushes, like leaving a funeral service at Pentrebychan. Muttered “Goodnights” to Kate Nutter, manageress for the last five years, the odd sniffle, and a half-stifled sob, a last look at the black and white front and suddenly the flood-light over the projection box went out, leaving stragglers to find their way through the shrubbery and the big gates onto Queen’s Square in semi-darkne...
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