SPIKES Ive accidentally spiked myself a couple of times. First time was on Glastonbury Tor one summer solstice. Having a smoke with a mate and chatting to a hippy dude, hippy dude suddenly says, Hey! Do you fancy some tea? Sure! we say - you get parched up there after a while, especially if smoking. Hippy produces from his bag a little burner, pot, tools, and brews up! Good tea, this he says, and we nod and murmur in agreement, Made from mushrooms he says. Cool we say, stoned out of our gourds. Er ... I say, a 20-Watt lightbulb in my head flickering vaguely into action, as I stare at the mud at the bottom of my now pretty well finished cup, You mean ... magic mushrooms? Er ... yeah ... ! he smiles, a little patronisingly. Ah ... _________________ Some live drum n bass do - its in one of the storage houses under one of the railway arches in Hackney somewhere. Its been decked out, has a little stage for the band, DJ and speakers, and even a little bar selling tea, water and cans of beer. Theres a bowl of sweets on the bar, day-glo everywhere, and a lot of strobe lighting. Im going straight, so Ive just necked a couple of Red Bull and am having a great time. Im chatting to a friend, leaning on the bar, grab a handful of sweets, and we share them as we chat. Boy its a good gig. Really good. REALLY GOOD. THIS IS A REALLY GOOD GIG. REALLY GOOD GIG. REALLY GOOD REALLY GOOD REALLY GOOD GIG. Whacked off our faces. _________________ Weve got a band rehearsal. Its Friday, we decide to get some beers in. I decide on a few bottles of Guinness. My drumming is terrible at the best of times. That night it was awful. Because, unbeknownst to me, Id just discovered Nigerian-strength Guinness.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 16:56:00 +0000
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