Bairbre Power: My best cinema memories include the night a pigeon swooped down and pooed on our heads during Love Actually
Saturdays are for long walks, cleaning the house and a leisurely stop at the 250 Square cafe in Rathmines where Romy, the Yorkie, likes to sunbathe on the window-sill while I enjoy a mocha. On our way home last week, we wandered by the newly refurbished Stella cinema, in all of its gorgeous art deco finery. I smiled as I remembered all the movies I'd seen there over the years and how many hours I lost standing outside, waiting patiently for pals to turn up.
Growing up around that part of Dublin, the Stella was more than just a cinema - it was a geographical landmark just like Clery's Clock or Roches Stores on Cork's Pana. It was like a southside crossroads where we would all meet up before dispersing to parties or rugby matches.
I had a good nosey in the window of the newly refurbished cinema which nowadays reeks of class. It's transformed from its previous incarnation, whose faded elegance was well past its sell-by date. In fact, it was a bit of a flea pit.