It was 1968 and I was in my final term at grammar school. I had completed my GCE exams but was still required to attend school until the finish of the summer term. This was fine for those students staying on for the sixth form, but seemed a waste of time for people like me who were leaving school.
Most Sundays, my best friend Roger and I went to a cinema in the afternoon followed by a meal. Roger had left school at Easter and I worked on Saturday, so money was not an issue. On the fateful Sunday we had watched the film ‘Poor Cow’ which was X-rated. This meant that neither Roger nor I were able to see it legally. However, we both looked 18 when dressed up and Roger’s sister worked in the box office. We always went to her queue, so no questions were asked.