Surprisingly, there are few books which deal with the delights of cinema-going. For those lucky enough, the ritual and romance of going to the cinema is a magical part of growing up. The total experience, the sights and sounds can stay in the memory for a long time. A good film is a good story well told. Now it can be told, even as the line between celluloid image and reality becomes blurred.

This book is a fond tribute to a great cinema in the heart of Tipperary's Lake District. It's a mix of history, nostalgia, and social commentary, with a bit of fiction thrown in for the finale. Although specific to location, this work will strike a chord with anyone who loved 'the pictures' as a child. Written for fun from a young lad's perspective, it's a happy book given that the author had a marvellous time growing up in small town Ireland in the fifties and sixties.