Randy was a KLM Airline Pilot
I had gone over to Amsterdam for a “dirty weekend” but I hadn’t made out at the clubs that evening, so around midnight, I decided to finish up at a sleazy side-street cinema. They were showing some old Falcon movies I think, because there was a soundtrack consisting of a lot of heavy breathing accompanied by a great deal of “Suck that dick!” and “Fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me!” but I was more interested in what was going on in the shadows of the audience. It was just a small place and there were only a few rows of seats salvaged from some old cinema that had clearly seen better days. The floor, although carpeted, felt sticky under my trainers and I remained standing at the back, where I would be free to move …