Drinking, as a, as a projectionist there was a pub across the road run by an ex-assistant manager of the Olympia. I used to do all my drinking in there with the usherettes. And then I became a trainee manager and one evening I thought I’ll go across for a pint, just after I started as trainee manager and I'm walking down the foyer and Mr Key, the manager, “Where you going, Michael?” Said, “I'm going across for a pint, Mr Key.” “Right,” he said, “You’re not going to the Taff Vale are you?” I said, “Well, yeah.” “Oh, no,” he said, “You can't go there anymore, you have to go to the club behind.” He said, “Mention my name,” he said, “I'm a member there, they’ll serve you in there.” I said, “Yeah, but … I always go in the Taff there.” He said, “Staff go in there, you can't drink with the staff. You can be friendly with them in the cinema but you can't drink with them outside.” Sort of status quo thing, you know. And I never drank in the Taff ever again after that, shameful really. Shameful. Ah funny, they had funny, funny morals cinema people did, awfully strange.