It's gone. Cine City - or Sin City as we wags of South Manchester used to call it - has gone. It is rubble.
It's been closed for years. Years and years. Now a bulldozer has squished it.
But I remember when it was open; cute little cinema too. Had love seats up the back and I once went on a date there. With a lovely half-dutch boy. Who I phoned up and asked out and he said 'yes'. Ooh he was lovely. I was 22.
And even though it was a six-week thing and he moved back to London and sent me poetry *shut up, you philistines* and then, of course, stopped writing and I went out with other boys, Cine City has always reminded me of him. Sooty haired, dark eyed, big smile.
And now it's rubble. And it seems a bit sad. A crumbling memorial to a half-memory was one thing. It all seemed fitting and I kind of enjoyed the nostalgia. A spanking new block of flats is quite another. Will ruin it. Pah.
