I absolutely loved The King’s Speech, which has been nominated for a host of screen awards. It made me realise how fortunate we are today to have supportive public speaking organisations likCast  Colin Firth Lge Toastmasters, which I belong to in Cambridge.

Although none of our members have a stammer, a couple are deaf with a speech impediment. Speech therapy is vital, of course, but being able to speak in public with an impediment requires even more practise, practise and practise to gain confidence.

I found The King’s Speech touching and tragic in many ways, particularly when it reflected on the unhappy childhood of King George V1, the endearing support of his wife Elizabeth, and the eccentric working methods of his speech therapist Lionel Logue. The casting of Colin Firth (utterly gorgeous) was brilliant and his performance as a tearful, terrified stammerer was mesmerising.

I invited my pa-in-law along to join us who lost his Vera 15 months ago as I thought it would be nostalgic for him, and discovered it was the first time he had been to the cinema since the screening of Lawrence of Arabia which came out in 1962 – just under 50 years ago. He thoroughly enjoyed the deep, comfy seats, noticing how there was no organ or balcony in the multi-complex cinema, and how no news or second feature film was included. He couldn’t remember the price he paid all those decades ago.

I wonder what films we will be seeing in the cinemas in 50 years time, and how different they will be then. Will we still have cinemas then as we know them today?