I remember when I was about 6ish (1970ish) going to the Lounge cinema on a Saturday to watch The Aristocats. I was with my two older sisters. We made ourselves late by stopping to buy bubbly (the pink, round ones) on our way home, and had to run to catch the bus. We ran all the way along North Lane and down Kirkstall Lane to the 50 bus on Morris Lane, which was just pulling away from the stop. The conductor was stood at the back of the bus, by the rail, and he helped us to get on (the bus was still moving). When we'd all sat down he came to collect money for tickets and we were short by a penny ('cause we'd miscalculated when buying the bubbly). He told us that one of us would have to get off. My older sister couldn't get off and leave myself and my other sister to travel alone, she was responsible for me, and my other sister refused to budge. I ended up walking home with my eldest sister, the other one stayed on the bus with a very smug expression :icon_rolleyes:, I've never forgiven her. An other memory is of the power cuts in the 1970s.Sitting with candles burning; playing cards and dominos; and a hurricane lamp in the loo. The smell of paraffin still evokes memories of those cold, dark days.