Never buy fudge from fairies...
It was the Sunday of Reading Festival, 2001.

Having fallen out with my tent partner earlier in the day (for calling him a fat twat - I had no idea he had a problem with his weight) I decided to make ammends by buying him (and myself, notoriously meek and not really sure of my allegiance on the pro/anti drug debate) some hash fudge from a middle-aged lady dressed as a fairy. It was later revealed to me by numerous friends that they knew it was laced with, among other illicit and household cleaning substances, acid and ket.

So... Among other things visualised/experienced that night...

*My mate believing he was a dog and making three of us cry in fear.
*Me (suffering from congenital heart condition) believing my heart had fallen out of my chest and was beating away slowly on the floor in front of me. This resulted me running around for it for long periods of time attempting to force it back into my chest and pump it back into life.
*Three youngish girls sat on me using me as a park bench, which I unfortunately thought I was...
*Everyone being of the "Hello, sailor" campness style...
*The whole camp being set alight due to the closeness to the burning toilets. (That was one hell of a scary hallucination).

Must be said though, best sleep I ever had later on...

On a shorter note, last new year's eve I took mushrooms and got home on the 2nd of January having lived in a wood for two days. During this time I bought alcohol for 14 year olds, I was mugged by said 14 year olds... Fun and games.

Long time lurker. First time borer.
(blackfacedfightinggibbon, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 2:47, Reply)