Baring It All

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Back in the summer of 2005, my daughter and I flew to London to visit my very dear friend Andrea. Andrea shared a flat on the Thames directly across from the Millennium Dome. In the midst of our holiday, Andrea, her flatmates and a horde of other 20 somethings threw a “bash”. The party took place on what they called the front garden and what I called the “slightly larger than a shower-sized bit of lawn”. There was a barbeque with big hunks of non-descript meat and a cooler stuffed full of beer, wine and other libations. We were having a wonderful time, the weather was warm, the neighbours were forgiving, the view was lovely. After a good deal of merry-making, I handed my camera to my daughter whilst I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. When I came down, there were a lot of sniggers and giggles that I attributed to the growing pile of empties next to the cooler.

Now, at that point in my life, I didn’t own a laptop and iPads and tablets didn’t exist. This meant that I didn’t think to check what was on my camera until we got back home to Canada and I downloaded the lot onto my desktop.

Yes, there were numerous pale, English, bare bum shots on my camera.

Moral to the story. Don’t ever, ever give your camera to your 12-year-old to hold while you are in the bathroom…

 

P.S.  Yes, everyone in the picture or not in the picture who bared their bums was over 18.  And yes, the next day, while they were all hung over we did have a friendly chat about what was appropriate to show a 12-year-old.  And of course, my daughter, the 12-year-old, woke them up with great glee for this chat by playing Eminem at top volume on the stereo.  Karma’s a bitch. 

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