Spike Carter. Half-naked women in lingerie. Instead of, you know, fist-fucking. Born in , Daveโmononymous when speaking publiclyโgrew up on Danbury Street in Islington.
One day, when he was seven or eight years old playing with his mates, he noticed some rubbish left outside of an arched warehouse next to a mysterious shop with blacked-out windows across the street from his house. Upon investigating the contents of the rubbish, he and his friends excitedly discovered a plethora of dirty magazines.
At age 18, Dave was in a punk band and creating too much clangour at home for his mother to bear. A Serpico -esque anti-corruption unit investigation resulted in the prosecution of 18 police officers.
Supermags, too, was a record shop before his takeover. It turns out the warehouse outside of which young Dave and friends came across the XXX refuse was a major wholesaler. The unmarked shop with the black curtains next-door? A porno cinema. Mystery solved, it was clearly meant to be. But if you had a distinguishing markโฆ.
The Obscene Publications Act of amended in and does not dictate explicitly what materials law enforcement must prohibit from the public. Rather, it gives broad discretionary power to individual officers in vice units to determine subjectively what constitutes obscenity. This absurd piece of legislation is still on the books. Merchandise was constantly being confiscated, and though the stock was relatively cheap, lawyers were expensiveโbarristers even more so.
