Memory lane - this is where i grew up until 5 years old. The first time back! Some neighbours challenged me as to what i was doing - i mentioned Charlie Parsons, our then neighbour, and they remembered him.

Aldbourne fete - shortly after this 'sledgehammer balanced on head while juggling 3 flaming clubs' the red arrows flew by - erm...'upstaged' or what!?

Taken at East Oxford Community Centre for a newspaper story on their open day - we almost lived there we practiced there so much.'The Routinies', myself, Richie Guy & Rick Taylor, got our act together here.We performed for the Oxford University Summer Balls, we did about a dozenat which there were amazing scenes of the rich at play, some ugly stuff, real debauchery, but mainly there was amazing extravagance. Fountains of champagne, famous bands, laser shows and the like. One lady, the Duchess of something or other, broke a string of pearls. I just assumed that they were fake. They all bounced down some stairs and the people around started to pick them up. I had two hand fulls and as I gave them back I said something like 'I hope they're not real'. She said 'Of course they're real darling, do you think I'd come to the ball wearing paste?'. There must have been thousands of pounds worth bouncing down those stairs.

This is the picture I hid from my folks for ages! I thought I looked so horrible. This came up in a retreat when a voice inside me said 'I can hear you Hughie' and this image came with it.It was a very healing moment.

This shot is just before the show began.The audience started in Ilkley College itself,but where soon escorted en masse up to the moorwhere we did some weirdness around a large natural pool.I had a wet suit on under this get up, it enabled me to hide in the water for long enough for the audience to arrive,gather around the pool and the other performers to get there.They appeared in very strange white bandage costumes withlong poles, they started 'fishing' in the pool while a generator, out of ear shot, started to inflate a submergedballoon, it was huge and black, as it grew, I came up out of the water, the creature from the black lagoon and after some messingabout with the balloon and the fishers, lead the processionback down to the college where a huge ghetto blaster was set on fire,see next picture.

This shot is just before the show began.The audience started in Ilkley College itself,but where soon escorted en masse up to the moorwhere we did some weirdness around a large natural pool.I had a wet suit on under this get up, it enabled me to hide in the water for long enough for the audience to arrive,gather around the pool and the other performers to get there.They appeared in very strange white bandage costumes withlong poles, they started 'fishing' in the pool while a generator, out of ear shot, started to inflate a submergedballoon, it was huge and black, as it grew, I came up out of the water, the creature from the black lagoon and after some messingabout with the balloon and the fishers, lead the processionback down to the college where a huge ghetto blaster was set on fire,see next picture.

Chris Covell's wedding reception. This is the Thursday night crew getting nekid. We organised and executed this shot in total secret, got dressed and re-joined the party without anyone knowing :) hehe.

Backrow, extreme right. Just after we came down to Swindon from the Wirral..kids would follow me around the playground and say'say something', whatever I said they would fall aboutlaughing at my accent. On the first day, Mrs Webb, wholater became such a good friend of my mum's (Jem & Suebought her house after Jim died) was taking the class for PE. She asked me why I wasn't getting changed, I said'because I haven't got my pumps'. The whole class had a fit of laughter - in Swindon they are called 'daps'!

'Lost Horizon' at Baggy Point. Fantastic climb. I'd lead it earlier. Just beforeleaving, someone from the Swindon Climbing club realised they had left something at the bottom. I eargerly grabbed the chance of climbing it again on top rope.When I got back to Swindon, I looked up Damian's old guide book which said thathe had done the climb some 10 years before - solo!