When you read about what I got up to 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 were 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 who I didn’t treat right and I’m not proud of my behaviour—honest. Nursing is 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.