And then they made me swim. Swim! In that freezing bottomless ink. Well they didn't make me exactly, but I was hardly going to decline after a visit and back to Hades. I pulled out an old F801 from under the stairs the other day. I thought it was long gone, it was my spare body. I'm sure it was the one I took under the rock of Gibraltar and it emerged sodden with rusty pink slime, never the same since. Mind you neither was I. I still feel a faint chill when I look at these photos.