I wandered into RoF, unsuspecting and naive. The look on my face was probably the same as the look on the face of someone who survived the first 1 hour after Hiroshima. I was naked, alone and scared. But mostlly naked.

Would I ever recover? Could I face the new RoF? Did I have the work hard/play hard demeanour that the new RoF was desperately trying to elicit from me? And most importantly, what were they thinking?

I think Adam Ant expressed the point most convincingly when he mused, "it's life, but I don't call it living, no, no, no, no, no, no".