Bedside Light

Sharing a bedroom whilst growing up was never meant to be easy. My brother and I spent a decade together in the same room, so naturally, at some point, tempers would get a little frayed and, well, things would happen.

I honestly cannot recall what exactly I had done or said that night to piss my brother off, all I can say is whatever it was, it very nearly had me making another night-time trip to the hospital. There was an argument, words were said, and a small metal tank was thrown at me, which missed, and shattered the lightbulb, which was not that far from my head. I was extremely lucky not to be hit by either the thrown tank or the many shards of fine glass.

This image shows my bedroom as it was around 1989, cluttered with junk and cramped, with the light fixture that was hit (just to the left of the desk) now with a protective guard. Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking of at the time, but that is one of the stupidist grins I have ever had on my face when a photo has been taken.