You assume correctly.
My dad worked in the film industry, based at Elstree but quite regularly over to Pinewood and out on location.
The various film studios were like a playground to me as I was frequently with dad during school holidays and at weekends, and then once I had finished school I also worked there until the whole of the British film industry went into decline and fell apart in the early 80s.
Highway Patrolman pulls a car over. He asks for the driver's license, looks at the photo then at the driver.
"Your photo shows you are wearing glasses, so where are they?"
"I have contacts."
"Listen Mister, I don't care who you know!!"
One Monday morning a postman is walking the neighbourhood on his usual route. As he approaches one of the homes he noticed Bob, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles.
"Wow Bob, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night," the postman comments.
A hungover Bob replies, "Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first I have felt like moving since Sunday afternoon. We had about fifteen couples from around the neighbourhood over for some drinks and it got a bit wild. We got so drunk around midnight that we started playing 'Who Am I.'"
The postman thinks a moment and says, "How do you play that?"
"Well, all the guys go in the bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only our "privates" showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is."
The mailman laughs and says, "Damn, I'm sorry I missed that."
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds. "Your name came up five times."