Once when we ran out of marching powder we went to our mate's garage.
Before we started doing any gear we'd been doing power hour with vodka anyway, so we were absolutely gone. We grabbed a load of paint stripper and other variations and sniffed them. Christ, they send you loopy.

I was on the floor for a good hour telling people I was going to be sick, refused to move and threw up what looked like hundreds of yards of black string.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Wed 3 Aug 2011, 13:42, Reply)