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Clean On The Inside Clean On The Out

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clean on the inside clean on the out - From Clutter

From Clutter to Clarity: Simplifying Life from the Inside Out

From Clutter to Clarity: Simplifying Life from the Inside Out

Your life doesnt have to be hopelessly complex - simplicity is within your grasp. The secret to clarity - spiritual, emotional, physical, and financial - is about more than cleaning out closets, drawers, and boxes of receipts. From Clutter to Clarity will help you clean house - both inside and out. Is your schedule so full you can barely breathe, much less volunteer for a good cause? Do you spend each day worrying about things you cant control? Are you tired of facing endless mounds of junk? Cluttered homes, overbooked schedules, and maxed-out credit cards are only symptoms of whats happening on the inside. As you follow Gods directive to clear out the clutter that complicates your life, youll discover the clarity you desire.

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Plaza cinema, King Street, Fenton, Stoke-on-Trent, April, 1964.

Plaza cinema, King Street, Fenton, Stoke-on-Trent, April, 1964.

Aged 15 and a half and determined to become a cinema projectionist and ignoring the advice given to me a few months earlier by a Youth Employment Officer in Longton that it was a dead end job with no prospects, on Wednesday, October 24th, 1962, I answered an advert in the local Evening Sentinel newspaper for a trainee projectionist at the Plaza cinema, Fenton and was interviewed there by the manager, Benny Norcott, who had run the cinema since 1949.

The interview went well…I think it was my previous experience at the Focus that had swung it for me…and it was arranged for me to start work there under Chief Operator Arthur Shea and Second Operator Alan Mason the following Monday, October 29th, when the Plaza would be showing the then controversial “X” certificate film, A KIND OF LOVING.

I settled in well, although I soon learned that it was not going to be so easy going for me at the Plaza as it had been at the Focus. I had to clean and scrub floors and mend seats and shovel tons of coke. I complained to Arthur that I didn’t see what this had got to do with being a projectionist and he replied that at the Plaza, we were only projectionists in the afternoons or evenings. During the day, we had to be a Jack of All Trades.

Benny Norcott liked everything to be perfect and he couldn’t stand it when anything went wrong. As a trainee projectionist, it was inevitable that I would make mistakes and one Saturday evening, I changed over onto another reel and the picture was jumping about all over the place, as I hadn’t laced up the film properly in the gate. The show had to be stopped while the error was put right. Benny came tearing up to the projection room and began to play hell with Arthur about it. After he’d gone back downstairs, I asked Arthur why he’d been given a telling off instead of me, after all, I was the one who had made the mistake, not him. “Because you’re in my charge and I’m responsible for you”, said Arthur, “and whatever you do wrong, I carry the can for you.” That’s the way things were back then.

One of my most vivid memories of working at the Plaza is of the children's matinees on a Saturday afternoon. Around three hundred children used to attend every week and the auditorium was bedlam. It was my job to try and keep order in the auditorium between when they were let in and when the programme started. Benny used to be in the ice cream place keeping a queu of 5 to 13 years old kids happy with Lyons Maid Fabs or Eldorado Lunar Lollies. Meanwhile, I was trying to keep order the best I could and trying to settle any bullying. “Mister, he’s hitting me”, complained one sobbing six year old boy, as I picked him up, gave him a bit of Tender Loving Care and dried his eyes for him and kissed him better. Can you imagine me being allowed to do that these days? I’d have to have a CRB check before I could go anywhere near a cinema full of youngsters. “Oh, he is is, is he?”, I exclaimed. “Well, we’ll soon sort him out.” As I was in my twenties at the time and the miscreant was only ten or eleven, that was easy. After that, the six year old stuck to me like glue and held my hand as I wandered around dispensing instant verbal justice.

When starting time approached, Benny would close up the ice cream place and tell me “You can go up and start now.” “Thank God for that”, I would say. Then it was upstairs to the projection room, dim the house lights and kick off with the CFF feature. As soon the BBFC certificate appeared on the curtains as they were opening, a huge roar of delight would come up from the auditorium. The kids loved the CFF films, both features and serials, because the heroes in them were kids like themselves and the grown-up baddies were all stupid and incompetent and no match for your average ten year old from Walton-on-Thames or Surbiton, or wherever the film was shot. Ahh, those were the days. Days that will never return.

Being a projectionist in those days was a very physically demanding and involved job, especially with regard to dragging the very heavy steel transit cases full of film up the stairs from the delivery bay to the projection and rewind rooms. And of, course, you weren't allowed to sit down during the whole of your shift, which could be nine hours on matinee days. You even had to have your meals standing up by one of the projectors, always on the alert for something going wrong. I remember when we were halfway through showing Spartacus on the last run on a Saturday night in July, 1963, the film transport lorry arrived early at about 9 pm when there was still over an hour of the film left to run. The driver parked up his Thames Trader lorry and went inside to see the last part of the film. Eight reels had already been run and packed off into an unusually large eight reel transit case and I thought I would do the driver a favour by taking the case down the steps and putting it on the back of the wagon. Well, I dragged it downstairs, one step at a time and eventually reache

Stehanie laughs and mumbles take that and good riddance as the blade comes down and crushes her dolls destroying them for good

Stehanie laughs and mumbles take that and good riddance as the blade comes down and crushes her dolls destroying them for good

I told her no problem and she went inside.

Once her mother was gone Stephanie looked at me and said: Sorry about that I was hoping you would beat her home.
She began tossing the dolls in the truck and said can you believe mom wants me to keep all this crap. I mean come on I'm 13 I will never hear the end of it if my friends see all this in my room. She said she tried to get rid of it once before but her mom brought it all back inside and made her stuff it in her closet.

She finished loading the loose stuff and I dumped the tote I asked her if she was sure about this because there was no going back once I ran the compactor. She said she was sure and to hurry up and crush the stupid dolls before her mom changed her mind and came back out.

I pulled the lever to begin the cycle as the blade retracted she realized she had missed the 3 cabbage patch kids her mom had set them behind the can.
Stephanie: Hold on a second there are three more that need to go in.
Stephanie: Wow they sure stink they must have some of the shi**y ones she said laughing as she picked them up and tossed them on top of the pile. Oh well they will be right at home with the rest of the garbage.
Once they were in she looks at me and said "Alright let them have it"
I pulled the lever to bring down the blade on the dolls. As it crushed them Stephanie stood there and watched as it crushed the dolls she laughed a little bit and said good riddance. When the blade was done she thanked me for getting rid of her baby crap and took the can with her to the house.

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