I had an aunt who lived in Didcot (may God have mercy on her soul ). She took me to see 'The Amazing Mr Blunden' at the local flea pit, believe me it was a fucking dump. Your shoes actually stuck to the floor. It was packed with kids of my age (eight). The film broke down halfway through. The manager came out on to the stage and explained to all the kiddies what happened. All hell broke loose. The poor bastard crashed to the floor under a hail of glass Pepsi bottles, kiora cartons, half eaten choc ices and anything else that came to hand. The last thing I saw before my aunt dragged me out, was the cardboard cutouts of Diana Dors and the bloke who played the title role, being smashed against the screen.
I should imagine that those little angels and their offspring are the ones that are making Didcot the classy showpiece town what it is today.
Reinhard Heydrich was a violin playing cunt