How did it end up like this? Twenty-seven, unemployed, mistaken for a drug addict, in a treatment centre in the back arse of nowhere with an empty Valium bottle in my knickers`. Meet Rachel Walsh. She has a pair of size 8 feet and such a fondness for recreational drugs that her family has forked out the cash for a spell in Cloisters - Dublin`s answer to the Betty Ford Clinic. She`s only agreed to her incarceration because she`s heard that rehab is wall-to-wall jacuzzis, gymnasiums and rock stars going tepid turkey - and it`s about time she had a holiday. But what Rachel doesn`t count on are the toe-curling embarrassments heaped on her by family and group therapy, the dearth of sex, drugs and rock`n`roll - and missing Luke, her ex. What kind of a new start in life is this?