Well I guess it takes the laying on of hands, secret handshake and aprons of CFS...
But weren't you a QWI? How I remember those clack, clack, clack, pause..."Hmm, ride up, early pickle, out of range" moments in the ciné rooms at Brawdy!
A mate was once asked whether he'd enjoyed some movie at the local fleapit as it hadn't had particularly good reviews. "It was great", he said, "first film I've seen in ages that doesn't suddenly stop before someone leaps out with a plotting jobber crying "You're out of range...you're out of range!".
Coolant on, tone as required.....
