When you read about what I got up to, I know you're going to say I got what I deserved. You're right - I totally agree. Many of you won't like me no doubt and that's ok - I understand, I really do. I'm not all bad though. I left the Isle of Skye in the early eighties to begin my nursing course in Edinburgh and it's fair to say I embraced the Capitals temptations with arms wide open. When I moved into a shared flat, I met Bill, a musician, and got involved with his band Low Down, you know, helping them out, doing a bit of driving and humping gear about - it was great fun. Low Down was truly phenomenal. Man, I totally loved their music. We took drugs, I mean, I took drugs. Nothing heavy, just recreational-like. I met a lot of girls whom I didn't treat right and I'm not proud of my behaviour - honest. Nursing was a female-dominated profession and male nurses were thin on the ground. The opportunities for getting up to mischief were many. I worked hard and played harder. A lot of stuff I regret now. Especially what I did to Lisa - and others. Anyway, it couldn't last, could it? The way I was living - something had to give. And it did.