It's official. I am finally turning into my father. My dad took me to see the first Star Wars film when it came out in 1977. I was riveted. Dad? Fast asleep. I was incredulous. How on earth could he sleep through such an exciting, noisy film?!
Well now I know because in the past month it has happened to me not once but twice!
Pre-baby, I used to go to the cinema after work and at the weekend, seeing everything that took my fancy. Then once my daughter was born, I made an effort - I even had membership to the Curzon - but the visits soon dwindled.
I realised the other day that I had been to the cinema twice in nearly a year and that was to see Frozen - twice! (which I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the outdoor sing-along one, but that's not the point!)
I chose Gone Girl as my first step back into the world of cinema. Thank goodness I'd read the book as I wouldn't have known what was happening when I finally awoke. Mr Turner was my second and I was floundering rather once I'd had my nap.
I blame the comfy seats, the glass of wine, the overly-hot auditorium - and perhaps my genes?! I'd like to see The Imitation Game but I hardly dare! I think my best chance of watching the whole thing will be to go to a matinee.
Just call me Gran (or John!).