This is an image from a slew of candid shots of an evening in my house in Brighton when I was 18. I had made friends with my 6th form rugby team so that I could use them for pictures. This one evening I was coming back late from a club with a friend from the same college and we bumped into these two boys from the rugby team. They did not live in Brighton and asked for a place to stay for the night. My parents were not around at the time, so I offered my house. The four of us went back to mine and continued to drink long into the night. We ended up playing Spin the Bottle, and then naked Spin the Bottle, and then everyone crammed into my jacuzzi bath, and then the shower. My friend had a camera which was used throughout the evening, and with some foresight I made sure to get copies of all the pictures onto my computer before she slunk off in the morning.The whole thing was surreal as it was never an idea that had entered my head, Matt Walsh and Bernie Main naked in my house, on my sofas, hitting me in the face with their penises, drinking my parents wine. Add to this mental image the fact that at the time I was sporting a Hitler moustache as a punk fashion statement and it just becomes odd.
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