I was 10 years old, a pupil at a rural Devon school, on a school visit to the "big smoke" that is Plymouth as part of a school project about Plymouth life. Previous visits had included a day in an inner city Plymouth School (a vast difference to my school of 27 pupils aged 4-11!) and a visit to Plymouth Docks (where we saw the country's only remaining working gallows). This trip was the Barbican, and in his wisdom my teacher decided to take us around all the Lenkiewicz murals and to finish up at his studio. The trip around the murals went swimmingly, we all loved seeing the punk-rocker pooing gold coins and so on, and then we arrived at the studio window. Well, I can't exactly remember what pictures were on display, but I do remember my sense of shock, so I can only figure they probably weren't entirely appropriate for a bunch of country school-kids!!! Nonetheless, I was somehow fascinated and have been hooked ever since, and ever since popped up to peek in his studios on several occassions once I grew-up enough to pluck-up courage to open the scary door and go upstairs! I wonder how many other young children and their supervising adults were ever caught out by the explicit pictures that were sometimes on display at the Barbican?