The Inner Sanctum

.....Sometime in the late '80s.

This is my old bedroom at Manor Farm, where I lived until I was 23.

I can see by looking at this ancient artefact that my tastes and interests haven't changed much in the last 20-something years. On the shelf to the left can be seen:

Stan Lee's "Origins" books

A picture of a devil created by me and my mate Kev when we were about 10

Clive Barker's Books Of Blood

Some dinosaurs of the cuddly and kit-form varieties

Assorted comics and mags

And on the walls:

Posters - Elric by Rodney Matthews, Conan by Boris Vallejo, Spidey by John Romita

Marilyn Monroe and Captain Christmas

My own creations - Punk collages, a lino-print of an anthropomorphic lemon (!), a Death Planet Commandos poster, a Cadbury's Fudge wrapper stuck to the wallpaper ( why not? )

Not to mention assorted junk on the writing-desk, including very-'80s Gonks and ET figure, and my beloved leather jacket which used to be like a second skin for many years, but now languishes at the bottom of my wardrobe.....

The pretty girl with the big hair is probably laughing because I've just told her that in 20-something years' time we'll be married with two kids and two cats, and will be living in sweet suburbia. As if that would ever happen :-)

Oh, and here's me auditioning for Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

I didn't get the gig.....