A cinema in Forest Hill would be dreadful, a completely inappropriate addition to a low-key local high street, particularly if the only pub with the capacity to cope with a pre-film/post-film surge had to shut to make way for it.

But then I find the feature film to be a puzzlingly over-rated art form, fail to see the attraction in being deafened with pseudo-classical music composed last week while paying a fortune for some popcorn and listening to some muppet behind you talk all over the thing. Give me the Capitol over a cinema any day of the week.