A man who made porn films. He liked to think of them as art, and in a sense they were. He was good you understand, had a way with the camera, knew about lighting and such like, had an eye for the right line or profile. And that's important in a porn film. Almost as important as the tenor of the girl's moan. It's like women's tennis. A bit like that. We'll call him Trevor, Trev for short, though you understand that this wasn't his name at all and as it happens, he'd probably like me to use his real name because it sounds so much more impressive than Trevor or even Trev. But that's they way it will be. For all the Trevs reading this who haven't featured in stories about sex and erotica – this is for you. Now naturally, Trev had a load of equipment – cameras, lighting mostly – but what he didn't have was a studio. If he'd been a photographer, and as I understand it, he'd done some of that as well, but if he'd done that for a living, he might have based himself in a studio, but being a pornographer, being, to all intents, a film-maker, he liked to work on location.
