Just looking at that picture I remember all sorts on inane details, like setting the alarm on my phone and it telling me I had a mere 6 hours until I had to wake, or the round table that I emptied my bag on to, or the horrible shampoo they supplied my with. Even the walk to my room with the guy to let me back into my room after I’d locked myself out, where he took the opportunity to dawdle so he could have a smoko, and during our conversation he told me that he’d moved up to Whyalla with his wife from Adelaide because he was ‘getting into too much trouble in Adelaide’, and my 18 year old imagination going wild with scenarios.