As a lad from Brighton - a stony seaside town in southern England, I often fixed my stare on that distant line where the green sea met the grey sky, and would dribble at the thought of what adventures lay beyond it. However there were many things on my plate I would have to taste, swallow and ultimately digest first.
On my 7th birthday I was given a Polaroid B/W camera and a stapler. The stapler and the staple in my finger were quickly taken away from me and the blood cleaned up from the carpet, but luckily I got to keep the camera. It snapped relentlessly at relatives and pets, controlled by four-foot nothing me, capturing happy memories such as Christmas, birthdays and my sister ‘Tot’ with her bubble cut hair-do.