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In order for a shop to avoid being branded a sex shop, it had<br />
to carry a proportionally larger stock of non-sex material. The<br />
ratio works out at around 10% of smut to the banks of dusty<br />
old novels, racks of discarded hobbyist magazines, and boxes<br />
of long-playing vinyl at the front of the shop.<br />
The porn on sale in unlicensed sex shops was, and remains,<br />
the real deal: uncut, unrated, and unlawful. That’s where their<br />
appeal lay. Unlicensed sex shops didn’t have to conform, and<br />
the promise of hardcore and a diversity of it is what drew the<br />
customers.<br />
This is where I come in.<br />
Sometime around the mid-1990s, I was asked if I wanted<br />
to earn some easy money in the run-up to Christmas. The<br />
job on offer consisted of working only one and a half days a<br />
week—Friday afternoon and all day Saturday—but the pay<br />
was exceptionally good. It had to be.<br />
Bookchain—along with other center premises, House on<br />
the Borderland and Orbis Books—was owned by Savoy, the<br />
Manchester-based publishing house responsible for the controversial<br />
“Meng & Ecker” comics (issue number one was<br />
found obscene and is now banned in Britain), with a long and<br />
cool history of fighting the Man. Their books range from an<br />
early volume on James Dean by a young Morrissey to, more<br />
recently, an unexpurgated edition of Colin Wilson’s novel The<br />
Killer and Fuck Off and Die, a new volume of “Meng & Ecker”<br />
strips. Their book Lord Horror, written by Savoy cofounder<br />
David Britton, ended up in court on charges of anti-Semitism<br />
but was acquitted. Author Jon Farmer has described Savoy<br />
as almost single-handedly inventing alternative culture.<br />
I accepted the job of working in Bookchain. It was common<br />
knowledge that the place was owned by Savoy, but no paperwork<br />
bound them to the premises. There was nothing to link<br />
them. The paper trail stopped dead with the guy who offered<br />
me the job—a young man whom, for the sake of argument,<br />
we will call “Bob.”<br />
Hardcore pornography was illegal in the UK, but in the center<br />
of Manchester, on a busy intersection next to a takeaway<br />
café on the one side and a flash car showroom on the other,<br />
stood an unassuming bookshop.<br />
Once an essential haunt for record collectors, comic collectors,<br />
readers of choice sci-fi, cosmic literature,<br />
and perusers of a broad assortment of zines,<br />
Bookchain was situated on Peter Street just<br />
off Deansgate, one of the main thoroughfares<br />
through the city. In its heyday it was a place that pumped loud<br />
rock music into the streets and boasted a clientele that included<br />
Manchester luminaries and misfits, movers and shakers,<br />
such as Mark E. Smith (of the Fall), Pete Shelley (of the<br />
Buzzcocks), TV presenter (and star of 24 Hour Party People)<br />
Tony Wilson, and others.<br />
Densely packed with books on the ground floor, as a regular<br />
visitor in the early 1980s, my own favorite part of the shop<br />
was downstairs with the boxes of comics (predominately<br />
b&w ones published by Warren), film magazines, and more<br />
esoteric fare. As the years rolled by, the stock seemed to<br />
stagnate and, its halcyon days in decline, my field trips became<br />
less frequent. Now its patrons consisted of passersby<br />
and the die-hards who steadfastly trawled a regular route<br />
through the city’s dwindling book emporiums in the hope that<br />
something new and unusual might still be found.<br />
But mostly it was those who came for porn. These people<br />
kept the place going.<br />
For all intents and purposes, the place was now an unlicensed<br />
sex shop: 10% smut, 90% everything else.<br />
There was good reason why Savoy didn’t want a link between<br />
itself and the frontline. Its shops were raided by police<br />
and emptied of stock on a regular basis. At first it was bootleg<br />
records—Savoy was at the center of Operation Moonbeam<br />
in 1979, a sting described in the press as the “smashing of<br />
Unlicensed sex shops were an<br />
altogether different matter—<br />
they operated within a twilight zone.<br />
the biggest bootleg ring in the UK.” This landed Savoy with<br />
a heavy fine that threatened to close it down. Then, when<br />
James Anderton—self-professed “God’s Cop”—became<br />
Chief Constable of Manchester Police, there followed raids<br />
aplenty as Anderton made it his mission to clean up the city.<br />
The Chief Constable held a particular dislike for Savoy, and<br />
material that was readily available elsewhere around the<br />
country was targeted for seizure in Manchester.<br />
All told, Savoy was raided something like 50 times over the<br />
years.<br />
If it was going to be raided for paperback books and relatively<br />
innocuous fetish magazines, Savoy decided it might as well<br />
go the whole hog and stock harder material.<br />
I can mention Savoy and the Bookchain shop now because<br />
the shop is no more, demolished as part of the rejuvenation<br />
scheme that is systematically wiping the heritage from the<br />
city. As David Britton told me: “It’s a different time now, and<br />
the powers that be cannot touch us in the same way.”<br />
David Britton: It was only during the last six years<br />
FIRE, BRICK, SAND, CONCRETE 171