Just remembered another acid experience...
...with a different group of lads from the other one I posted - fell out of touch with pretty much all the scallies I ran with (except my brother lol) but this lot remain firm friends of mine even today.

Anyway, I was only just getting to know these lads (I was the token scally at the time and they were uni students) and I thought it would be a good idea, whilst one of the lads' folks were away and we were dossing in the house, to introduce them to the 'Saturday Night on Acid' experience, as they had never indulged before*. A score (of paper trips this time - strawberries if memory serves) was procured, and the next two nights were spent under the influence. Obviously, I don't remember all of it clearly but some aspects that stick in the mind include:

* One of the lads getting right-the-fuck-into The Last Emperor which was on TV one of the nights, strongly rebuffing any suggestion to change the channel - 'You can't do that - this is fucking ACE".
* A bucket bong (constructed by yours truly - another first for the lads) running in the garage pretty much from start to finish, a handful of us ensuring that all exhaled smoke was directed toward a frankly huge pair of y-fronts belonging to the host's dad that they'd forgotten to take off the washing line above us - the phrase 'aim for the cacks' is immortal now.
* One poor fucker named Rich ending up feeling totally ostracised and headfucked throughout on account of dropping his stamp about 4 hours after the rest of us, and spending the entirety of his evening with us on a completely different wavelength to well, anyone. My heart still goes out to that lad even today.
* My then-GF developing a strong platonic affection for a whole grapefruit that she'd found in the fridge - she wasn't seen without it for one of the nights entire.
* Some other poor fucker wasting three-quarters of his stash in the most heinously abortive attempt at hash cookies I had ever encountered - completely inedible - not even the sheer amount of material in them was incentive enough to try them more than once, and once required a fair leap of faith in itself.
* One girl who I didn't know at all at the time getting a bit overwhelmed and wandering off into the night. Growing up on a fairly rough estate and not knowing that the one I was on then was infinitely more affluent and stable than mine, I sought out and engaged a volunteer to accompany her. I'd have gone myself, but I suspected that the company of a bug-eyed scally she barely knew the name of would not have bolstered her spirit. Besides, the GF would not have approved in the slightest of me going AWOL for fuck-knows-how-long with this basically stunning young lady, grapefruit or no grapefruit.

There were a few more of those nights, one of the most memorable of which was laughing our tits off whilst watching Flash Gordon The Movie - strongly recommended combination there, kids - go do it ;)

* Just learned from a later post that the correct term for my oversight of the event was 'sheperding' - about right, except where Rich was concerned - he was beyond even my aid.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 13:36, Reply)