Ahh! Area 10, last time I was here, delirious with alchohol I was standing in front of an inferno like bonfire holding a childs bicycle above my head, gently swaying to repetitive beats, with a crowd around me baying for the sacrifice of the bike. I didn’t throw the bike on the fire. I could tell you good sense got the better of me, but actually an indignant artist wrestled the bike from my hands, sulking in my direction for ruining his ‘sculpture’. Hmmm…