I'm sure thirdcrank brought this topic up before but I couldn't begin to search all his posts!
Anyway, we were in Cardiff t'other day and after a long trawl round the shops, I didn't fancy returning to the campervan, so suggested a trip to the pictures (quaint expression eh?).
On arrival,I looked at the prices and was somewhat alarmed at them (the last time I went it was in the one and nines!).
On discovering that we were just in time for a showing of "Hitchcock", we decided to go for it.
Without further ado, as I pulled out the old plastic, the young receptionist printed out the tickets and quoted us the senior prices.
Now, we're mere striplings of 59 and three-quarters, although I reckon Mrs.C could pass as 50 and me maybe a couple of years older.
So should we feel insulted, grateful, or both.