It was a fairly non-descript semi-detached in Bristol. I went there after a party in Thekla, we didn’t stay long because my girlfriend at the time was tired. I went to the toilet upstairs and as I stood at the top of the stairs ready to go back down to her and leave, the thought struck me that I had a once in a lifetime opportunity. There were people talking shit and doing lines in most of the rooms but one bedroom had the door shut, no lock though. I thought to myself as I approached Corpsey’s room, ‘this is a bit much isn’t it?’ But then another voice said, ‘you may never get this chance again…’ and with that I turned the knob, but immediately felt resistance. I pushed the door a little ajar, and noticed it was blocked by piles and piles of clothes, rubbish, old magazines. Then I was struck with the undeniable pong of boy. The curtains were drawn, so it was all quite murky, but I made out silhouettes, mounds of clothes, rubbish from takeaways, a greasy homemade bong, and a bare mattress. And there on that mattress lay something I can’t bring myself to write down. It’s actually quite difficult to think about. I’ve tried to push it from my in the years since. But I froze. I mouthed a silent fuck. I didn’t know what to do next. And then I heard my girlfriend’s voice, ‘Yo, what are you doing? And fuck what’s that smell?’ ‘Sorry’ I said. ‘It’s nothing. I ….. thought this was the bathroom. But we need to leave. Now.’