New to this great site, so forgive me for hiking over old ground just wanted to share this story with you.
Dad, Mom, my cousin and I, went to the Palladium in the early 1950's (I know not what film but it dosn't matter) halfway through the performance, Dad shouted out and clutched his leg, much to the annoyance of the people behind, Dad said quite loudly a b.... mouse has run up my trouser leg. The row cleared amazingly quickly to let him out of the side door.
Memories such memories.