Ah, the old STUDIO 1234 cinema in Newcastle circa 1976. That sure brings back memories when me and my teenage mates used to try and sneak into this place to see the latest X rated porn movie. Back in those days, X rated meant a bit of onscreen tit, pussy and arse, and if you were really lucky, you'd get an out of focus softcore shag with the camera zoomed in on the fake wig the busty starlet was wearing as she got banged silly.
And the people you saw in these places - holy shit. I remember we got into one heavily censored foreign porn film and the screening was pretty full for a weekday afternoon. The three of us tried to hide right in the corner of one of the side aisles so the usherette wouldn't spot us with her torch when we noticed this tall, gangly, weird looking bald fucker who was wearing this knee-length cream raincoat and had on a pair of thick black NHS spectacles sat a couple of rows in front of us.
Every time a bit of boob, pussy, or arse appeared on screen off he'd go wanking himself silly under the coat without a care in the world as we all sat there pissing ourselves laughing. The things people will do to get their knackers off. Amazing. Those really were the best fucking days.