For anyone who stumbles upon this I have a feeling that I'm mostly going to use the blog as group therapy, so apologies in advance!

I know exactly where my obsession with wetlook comes from. Way back in Primary School, once a week during the summer months two whole year groups - each consisting of some 25 children - would be taken by coach to swimming lessons at a local privately owned swimming pool.

There were two sisters, who both swam like mermaids and were collecting all the possible swimming badges and certificates they could. They lived 'at the back' as we say in the UK - the house backing onto ours. So come the morning of swimming lessons and the two sisters would turn up to school in identical pink jumpers and cotton skirts with a denim pattern printed on them. Nothing remarkable as there was no school uniform in primary schools in the 70's. On to the school bus, off to the pool, into the changing rooms. Not these two. They dive straight into the pool, pink jumpers, denim skirts and all, to continue their training at rescuing bricks from the bottom of the pool.

Holy fuck! As if that's not enough, at the end of school day, their 'swimming costumes' are drying on the washing line at the back of their house, stimulating all kinds of confused recollections in my pre-pubescent boy-brain.

And they repeat this process each Monday morning throughout that summer. By the end of it, not only was so I completely absorbed by watching these two beauties that I never learned to swim, but I was looking out for their outfits to appear on the washing line and experiencing some inexplicable stirrings inside.