Things I’ve won:
- A donkey derby at Great Yarmouth when I was 9. (Except I didn’t win. I fell off. Just before the end. When I was in the lead. Every other donkey and rider trampled over me)
- A free holiday to compete in the final of the Haven Holidays KP Disco Junior Disco Dancing Competition when I was a precocious 14 year old Madonna wannabe. Dad did not appreciate the six hour return journey to Hayle Sands in Cornwall. Especially when I didn’t win.
- Two ring-side tickets to a UK WWF Wrestling tour (in the days before it became WWE, when Macho Man Randy Savage and Ultimate Warrior were still alive, and when I still believed that Bret the Hit Man Hart could break my legs with a Sharpshooter…)
- Day tickets to the V Festival in 2005 – Kaiser Chiefs, Maroon 5, The Zutons, Oasis. And four hours to get out of the car park.
See, I don’t win often, but when I win, I win good. And to add to this list – two free tickets to Birmingham’s Everyman Cinema for their first late-night Tarantino showing on Saturday night. (Technically not sure I could be classed as a winner when the only effort I put in was to click the Retweet button.) And so this is how Mr Fletche and I find ourselves getting ready to go out on a Saturday night long after we have usually put on our pyjamas, brewed the cocoa and settled down to some inane reality show/celebrity quiz show/James Bond repeat.
For anyone that doesn’t know, Everyman is a cinema, bar and diner, where cinema-goers can lounge on comfy sofas and order food and drink from the bar to be served whilst watching a movie. It’s a bit like watching a movie in your living room – except you can’t pause the film to nip to the loo, and they may frown on you wearing your pyjamas and a facepack. But at £12.50 a ticket, I must admit that I would struggle to justify paying these costs normally, especially as drink prices are also on a par with those at the surrounding Mailbox bars and restaurants (£5.20 for a small glass of wine, £5+ for a pint of locally produced Purity ale).
But tonight the tickets are free. So we splash out on drinks and order a pizza to share (the film doesn’t start til 11:30 ish – it’s been hours since our last meal). We’re welcomed to the film personally by the venue manager – you don’t get that at Cineworld – and we’re treated to Tarantino clips, soundtrack and a quiz before the showing of Reservoir Dogs. I am slightly worried about falling asleep, particularly once I’ve kicked off my shoes and sprawled across Mr Fletche, cuddling a cushion (quickly put down when I wander who else may have cuddled this cushion before me…). But I make it through the movie without snoozing, snoring or salivating.
So thank you Everyman Cinema, and as an occasional cinema-goer rather than a regular, Everyman may well become our go-to venue. And I’ll keep my eye out for more Twitter competitions to win.
N.B. Mr Fletche and I enjoyed thinking of alternative Tarantino themed “brands”. We are thinking of starting a running club around a local lake and calling it “Reservoir Jogs”. Or a horror movie festival in a seaside town in North Wales – “Kill Rhyl”. Or a fruit and veg shop – “Mango Unchained”.
You can find out more about Everyman cinemas here