It may have been discarded, or dropped accidentally, but there it was, late one April night, lying on the wet cobbles of Church Lane – a Rex ticket. It is pictured here, where it fell untouched.

In a corny moment I thought a fallen Rex ticket might have a story to tell. After being taken to be wowed by swash, kissing, buckle and stunts twenty feet high, with its rush of huge moving images and all engulfing sound, there
it lay; in the silent opening shot of a ‘noir’ movie all of its own – The Last Ticket Home…