Calcot field, August, 2008
I'm not sure why Dean only has one shoe on in this picture. It's one of those inexplicable traits that this calibre of person has that leads their introduction to new people being something like 'Oh, don't worry, that's just Dean.'



Calcot field, August, 2008
Sunglasses when the suns going down generally means something alien is flowing in the cranial fluids.

Calcot field, August, 2008
Calcot field, August, 2008

Henri, Pavlov's dog, 2008
Or should I say Will from the Inbetweeners.


David and Ritchie, Pavlov's dog, 2008
Ben inking himself, 2008
Sam's flat, 2008
Legend and Sam, Sam's flat, 2008
Ben's madman urination and Dean, Kings Meadow, 2008
David, Dean and Legend, Kings Meadow, 2008

This shot is a testament to the formation and persistence of our group that came about in early 2005. I can remember that we all started hanging out in the sixth-form common room after realising that we were the only ones that stayed in there for the entire day. We ended up talking and eventually just fucking off every lunchtime to drink in Kings Meadow, always being shitfaced by 5pm.
Sixth form was hell after the others finally dropped out. I remember being in class and getting a phonecall at about midday every Friday. They were always already in the meadow, and i'd always just leave school to meet them. Completely outraging my friday afternoon History teacher.


Ben inking Legend, 2008


Ben's first Tattoo, 2008


Ben and David, Ben's garden, 2008


Legend on strike, Ben's garden, 2008


Ben and David, Kings Meadow, 2008


Ben inking Legend, 2008


Ben inking my leg, 2008


Ben and Legend, 2008


Legend, Ben's garden, 2008

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