Fin

Rumour strongly has it that after two or three years of hanging on by a thread, there will be no more print editions of the Time Out Film Guide. True that it had grown to a monstrous doorstop of a book, and true that the information could far more efficiently be stored, updated, and indexed online, but it is obviously a sad passing, for in various volumes of growing size it has been my bible since, aged 16, I received the second edition as a school prize (we got to choose our own books). So I am stuck with George Clooney's mug on the final edition, but its place by my TV will be forever assured until someone decides that books are OK after all. RIP (and many thanks to marvelous editor Johnny Pym for his kindness and encouragement over the last few years).