I’ve been going to my gym for about four months now, and I love it. It has lots of nice features: a pool, a punchbag, a jacuzzi, a sauna, and a lack of outbreaks of contagious fungal infections, which puts it several rungs above the bargain-basement-value establishment I was frequenting before.
It also has a different feel to it in terms of personal interactions.
I hardly ever go to the cinema these days. Once a year at most. But there was a time, when I was living in South Kensington and going to uni just off Kensington High Street, when I went quite often. And I always went to the Kensington Odeon.
It was where I watched Stardust and thought it was excellent; where I was so disappointed by The Golden Compass that I swore never to watch a film adaptation of a book again (something I went back on in later years, which was lucky; The Hunger Games and The Book Thief are excellent).