I was so crook yesterday I forgot all about this, so I’m glad I did my Googling for images earlier in the week.
When I was about 10, in the mid-70s, there was a big old picture palace about a mile away that still did the Saturday matinee sessions where we got one movie, then a couple of serials, and then another movie. We usually got a black and white classic adventure, then an old Western serial and a Space adventure serial, then a more recent movie. It was absolutely full of kids chucking lollies around the place, racing Jaffas down the aisles, and scaring each other about how some other time some kid died when someone up in the gallery dropped a drinkcan on their head. It was magic.
And that’s where I first met Flash Gordon, long before I ever saw the camp 1980 movie remake.
And Buster Crabbe before he got caught out in a peroxide rain.