The assignment for the two of us to be presented next week in class was “pornography”. My companion had a camera and off we went.
In those days there was only soft porn, such as Playboy and Hustler magazines; and strippers at certain pubs and seedy little shops. No internet, not even video tapes. I remember one such shop that had magazines displayed in it’s front window, all skilfully censored with pieces of white tissue paper. But I don’t remember the presentation in front of the class.
It was that kind of street.
A young woman on an upper floor called out:
Want some?
And I replied:
I’m a student...
We do special rates for students.
Got your student card?
We entered a bar, everyone, they were all men, were sitting at tables, they were waiting for something. The lights faded, there was a roll on the drums and a pretty young girl started to dance, more than dance. She had just got her knickers off when the guy next to me grabbed the guy on the other side of the table and punched him in the face. Within seconds everybody stood up and hit one another. The tables were overturned and the chairs flew. The stripper grabbed her underwear and ran.