"No, I mean how they were staged. In one of them, we walked into this 
bombed-out old building in Whitechapel, full of people milling around, and all 
this weird stuff started happening, and after a while I realized that some of 
the people were actors and some were audience and that all of us were both, in 
a way. It was cool—I suppose you can get stuff like that on the net 
anytime, in a ractive, but it was so much better to be there with real, warm 
bodies around. I felt happy. Anyway, this guy was going to the bar for a pint, 
and he offered to get me one. We started talking. One thing led to another. He 
was really intelligent, really sexy. An African guy who knew a lot about the 
theatre. This place had back rooms. Some of them had beds."