This evening was something of an experiment. We went, with Karl and Michelle, to see Nosferatu at the heritage centre in Gateshead. I’d say town, which Gateshead is, but I’d generally refer to Newcastle as such. Even though it’s not a town. 

Anyway, we went to see a silent film in an old church. Which had a bar. A cheap bar. 

And it was great. Truly great. 

Of course, I couldn’t take a picture of the screen. That would have been wrong.

Wish I had though.