The Monkey and I have only been Edinburghians for a couple of weeks, and we’re already addicted to the Cameo – a cinema celebrating its centennial year, that is as gorgeously vintage as its age suggests.
This weekend I got to see Jurassic Park for the first time [as a kid I’d only seen the sequel!], and because I always dress for the occasion, I wore my dino necklace, brought along some dino egg sweets [or so I dubbed them] , and invited Little Guy to join.
As it turns out, having something soft to hug is ideal for a 10pm showing.
Is it just me, or is it more fun to see classic films at the cinema than new ones?