Bit of a pearoast, but as a student...
...I was fortunate enough to find myself sharing a room in halls with the most popular dealer on campus, so as a result I spent my first year getting quite comprehensively monged, mashed and spazzed up without paying for any of it. Result!

Anyway, this story chronicles one such evening. I'd been out doing MASSIVE BONGS and a little bit of acid, and was wending my weary way home through Victoria Park in Leicester, when I caught a snatch of live music through the trees. Looking over, I could see a sort of glowing point which looked to my fuzzy eyes like the entrance to a big marquee, and it was from here that the music was emanating. Feeling kind of stoned and wrecked, I started to have doubts about my sanity - Vicky Park wasn't known for its late-night music festivals - and I honestly wondered if I was having some sort of hallucinogenic flashback to Glastonbury. So naturally I ambled over to investigate, because what would be the point of having a hallucinogenic flashback if I just ignored it and went home to bed?

Getting closer, I saw that this glowing point wasn't the entrance to a marquee at all, but a free-standing, slightly translucent, illuminated, three-sided pyramid. Sat in the grass around this pyramid were a bunch of people drinking from paper cups and nodding appreciatively at the music, and looking closer I could just about make out a band inside the pyramid who were playing Stairway to Heaven.

At this point, I must have looked a little lost, as a guy approached me and gave me a cup of tea. He stood there, watching the band, and as I sipped at my tea I had to ask: "Sorry mate, but what the fuck is going on?"

He replied: "Oh, this is a marketing exercise for PG tips - we've got ten of these giant pyramid tea-bags and we're using them to play a 24-hour gig in cities around Britain."

I stayed for a bit, then left with my head reeling. The next morning I went past the park, but apart from some flattened grass there was no sign of the previous night's weirdness. I asked my friends who lived near the park if they remembered anything untoward, but no-one had seen anything. I was beginningto think I'd imagined the whole thing when I spotted a copy of the Leicester Mercury on the way home from uni. There on the front cover was a picture of the giant pyramid with the caption: "Have the aliens landed? No, it's just a tea bag."

I cut it out and kept it by my bed as a reminder: no matter how many drugs you take, there will always be someone in advertising who is taking more.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 12:02, 2 replies)

RESULT!

( WormuIus, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 12:23, closed)

Click for the last sentence
(spaffwrap indulged his power socket fetish on, Sat 18 Sep 2010, 3:18, closed)