I'm a Christchurch boy: born in the Sixties, I grew up in Spreydon; I went to school and 'varsity here; I'll probably die here too. And these images resonate with a boy like me. . .

Christchurch has always felt like a city of contrasts: the old-boys club and the white trash versus the rest of us. To a teenager in the early eighties - before we embraced the ridiculous fashions of Dynasty and Miami Vice - the city felt like it was trapped in a time warp, decades behind the rest of the world

Thankfully, I was always a bit camera shy: I'd hate to think of the images that may have been captured of me otherwise. . .