We found an old roll of film in the loft and these were all that were on it. It is basically the most accurate representation of my childhood I could possibly hope to have. I think the photographer was almost certainly me, except in the ones where I appear, when it probably would have been my little brother, who was obviously my artistic equal. They are shown here in order of quality.
My sister and my little brother, by a tree.
My sister, by our tent.
My dad punting along the river in Cambridge. Also shown: the back of my head, my older brother’s face.
Our garden. (front row, left to right) unidentified, unidentified, my older brother (back row) unidentified
Me, by our tent. Also shown: a shower cap.
My sister by our tent, with a lilo.
My sister, in Cambridge, by a road.
My little brother, clearly dealing drugs out of the back of the car.
Terrifying bedroom.
Unidentified hair/fur.
A glimpse of hell.
And that was all that the chemists would dare print.