Steve – the bareback pipe-fitter
I was on holiday from work and had been out for the morning in nearby Coventry, taking candid photos of young men in the sun mostly, and I got back to Birmingham about 2 o’clock. Just under the pedestrian ramp leading out of the railway station were the public toilets. I had heard about “cottaging” and knew that this lavatory, being busy and anonymous, was such a place. Whether or not my subconscious was drawing me to the place today I don’t know but when I actually went down there, it was to pay a genuine call, so I duly paid and went into a cubicle. The partitions between the cubicles didn’t quite reach the ground, so there was a gap underneath of about 6 inches. After a while, my curiosity got the better of …