I spent many a happy "snogging" hour in the Birchfields Di, (you may even have been one of the lucky ones) ;D we used to go there nearly every week because the guy on the ticket counter didn't bother if you looked 16 to get in to the 'horror' or 'smutty' films. Unlike th Odeon op the road, they used to have a "Commissionaire" and you couldn't get in unless you had a suit on, or at least were well dressed (which I wasn't). Next door (or close) to the British Restaurant was a bread shop in the sixties, and when I used to go to Birchfield Sec Mod, we used to go to a fish shop further down the road and get fish and chips, then go to that bread shop and buy a small crusty loaf, eat all the soft bread out of the inside and fill it with the fish and chips, plus a large bottle of 'Coke'. What a feast!!! That used to take up our 'dinner tickets' money for the week so the next day, we used to front up to the school secretary with various sob stories of losing tickets or having money stolen by bullies in order to get replacement tickets for ones we didn't have in the first place. We used to think that she was a bit thick for falling for all of these tales of woe.....but now.......I'm not so sure. Maybe she was an island of kindness in a school full of male agro.