Orbital, Glasgow Barrowlands 1996
I had consumed a whole microdot and frugged myself into a narcotic stupor. I could just about manage walking, but any interaction or decision making was still hours away.

Luckily my 7 month pregnant wife and her friend were also at said gig, and they managed to corrale me all the way to Jamaica St where we were going to get a 'nightbus'. I hadn't been on any bus for about 3 years but was willing to give it a pop as it was cheaper than a cab. However, my intentions and what I was capable of where poles apart.

Standing at the bus stop, all manner of hobgoblins and freaks were milling about, whispering, glancing, ageing 100 years in a second, all that fun LSD stuff. If they hadn't been with me, I would have stood there for hours until i could function well enough to get on a bus, hopefully the right one.

Anyways, very shortly thereafter our bus rolls up and they usher me on, i stand at the driver who is expecting me to pay, but i don't know what to do, i just look at him helplessly....my wife comes at my rear, oo-er, and pushes me down the gangway as her friend pays for us. My relief is palpable. I sit up the back and start to fidget nervously....what if we miss the stop, what if this isn't the right bus.....the bus windows are steamy and it is raining outside, this makes checking for familiar landmarks pretty challenging....add to that that fact i had never been this route and you have a heady combination of teh fear and disabling confusion.

Every time i would wipe the window to see our progress i was convinced we were just going past our flat....every, single, time. I was exhaling heavily, stressed and extremely nervous. Would i EVER get off the bus...what if this is all a joke and the bus and it's driver and my wife are all in on a elaborate joke that will end badly for me.....fuck knows, i just couldn't tell.

After 'passing our flat' for the 200th time my wife assures me that this is our stop. I jump up and am off the bus within a millisecond, happy to relieve myself of the condensation based freak out windowlicker fest.

Amazingly, the second i stepped off the bus, my mind cleared and the LSD fog lifted and i could think clearly and sharply once again, all in the space of a second.

It was the most intense and 'edge of my seat' bus journey i had ever been on, and had it not been for my helpers i would have stood at the bus stop in glasgow for many hours, paralysed and paranoid...

Amazing gig though!
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 11:31, 2 replies)

Aahh
The LSD magic. wish my mate hadn't leapt aboard a Big Red Bus, leaving me abandoned on my own in Finsbury Park, seriously wigging, trying to scream in terror, then being grabbed by my other mate, who was still standing on her doorstep less than half a metre behind me! lovely when it stops though ...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 11:37, closed)

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ha ha ha
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 12:36, closed)