One grey winter's day in 1993 in the old industrial city of Nottingham, Adrian Toms saw an advertisement for Thailand. It exploded with colour and promise of adventure. There would be hot sun, hot sex, ¯owing booze and unending fun. He looked at his life as a milkman, with its severe discipline and distorted hours of work. Every morning he fought warm sleep to rise in the dismal gloom of the early hours, running hard around the icy suburbs to put his bottles of milk on doorsteps, falling exhausted into bed by eight o'clock, which cut out almost all his social life. The money was good, but his relationship with his long-term girlfriend was fading. He was 30 years old, big, handsome, healthy and highly intelligent. He sold up his milk-round and headed for hedonism.