Good Vibrations Friday

There was a time (and a very long time ago it was) when nearly all the records I owned had been bought in the Good Vibrations record shop on Great Victoria Street, and when I'd seen more bands in the Harp Bar on Hill Street than in any other venue. So it was good (and a little spooky) to see them both brought to cinematic life in Good Vibrations, the Terri Hooley biopic that opened at The Filmhouse today. I managed not to cry (much).