Maybe I'll drink tea next time.
For future reference though, I should bring a walkman with me for some music though listening to the radio did provide me with one note about sensory deprivation tanks. Still, irish DJs aren't much fun to listen to as a rule and I could have gotten the whole tank thing without listening to some wishy washy new aged voice wittering on about the strains of modern living. I still have to dig out the old notes, wherever they are and there's a certain sense of apprehension about it stirring around in my gut. You know how it feels when you hear yourself singing without music in the background? This is much the same feeling. I'm glad we never finished this thing back five years ago, it would have sucked almightily (and it still might) and been a real embarassment to all involved.