The Odeon Cinema in Cheltenham contin­ues to be one of the most uncom­fort­able places on the face of this earth. Ray Mears should set one of his survival programmes there. We could see just how long he can sit in one of those seats before his backside goes numb on a perman­ent basis, or his knees explode through the contor­tion of trying to fit into the tiny space alotted to them.

The fact that I was barely aware of this distinct lack of comfort until the film was over, serves to point out that the third episode of the Star Wars saga is one hell of a lot more absorb­ing than either of the first two. Much, much better. I want to say more, but I’ll leave it for now to save spoil­ing it for those of you that haven’t seen it.

You really ought to see it at the cinema though, it’s defin­itely a big screen film. But do try to find one that’s slightly more comfort­able than my local.