Growing up in the late 70s/early 80s a trip to the cinema was always an adventure. The movies my friends and I wanted to see often carried the dreaded X rating (this was replaced by the 18 certificate in November of 1982) which made them an even bigger draw for the average teenager. We were desperate to see these films drawn in by the advertising and that hint of danger, but as we were still at school this presented a problem. Luckily, I was tall for my age, so I’d hide my school uniform and, very nervously, gain admission to the likes of Sean S. Cunningham’s ‘Friday the 13th and a string of dodgy slasher movies made by guys all hoping to be the next John Carpenter.