My weekend was rollercoaster ride of highs and lows.
Friday night was pretty quiet, noodled around on my new guitar and had a chum round.

Saturday was fabulous: it was a glorious sunny day in central London so I went with Mentalex and daughter to Coram’s Fields for a picnic with some other folks (friends of ex) with young kids. It was the first day out I’ve had with my child where we really got to play together. She’s an absolute nutter, flinging herself headfirst down the slides in absolute joy when other kids twice her age were gingerly sliding down on their arses looking nervous. She doesn’t give a fuck, cackling like a maniac and demanding the swing be swung to maximum capacity. We saw animals and splashed around in the pond and played in the sandpit. It was fucking supreme. After that I met up with an old pal and went for an early evening curry at the majestic Tayyab’s, after which he announced he had two different kinds of mushrooms so we went back to my house and laid into them. It was utterly, utterly hilarious from start to finish – I actually got a text from him yesterday that read ‘easily one of the funniest nights of my life’*.

Yesterday I was a bit melancholic after the joys of the day before. I watched several documentaries on cartography (an interest of mine, call me a loser) and drank slightly too much rum.

The End.

*at one point I had a toke on a joint that didn't agree with me. 'Are you alright?' has asked me as I spluttered and gargled. I then threw up on myself and replied 'does that answer your question?' I know that's disgusting but at the time it was hysterically funny. It was only a mouthful of vomit anyway. Change of t shirt, no harm done...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 9:40, 3 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Oh dear.
You know when someone announces the presence of Shrooms, there is no way they are going to leave with them. I absolutely adore them, although I have only ever done Liberty Caps. If you dose it right, and are not too greedy, the effects can be inspirational. The level of banter goes from 'good' to 'stratospheric' within the hour. Conversations and patter seamlessly folding into each other to produce a vortex of comedy, that can threaten to overwhelm you. Then a lovely smooth come down.

I find that doing Shrooms during the day, outside brings the trippiest results...you know when the laughing stops and the clouds start vibrating messages of universal constants that something is happening!

Sounds mint buddy, I will have to wait till the Autumn before I get mad with the mushrooms again!
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 9:51, Reply)

My pal's mum has them growing in her garden in Ireland,
he's got fucking thousands of them. He also had some 'wavy caps' which I'd never even heard of, they were pretty special. Big, black fuckers, very pokey.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 9:54, Reply)

Now THAT is the kind of shit you never see on Gardeners World

(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 9:57, Reply)

I've had all sorts
from Mexican to Thai to Australian ones - there are some really, really strong ones out there...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:10, Reply)

Just give the Caps from the rolling Welsh hills.
And the Welsh hills to roll in after.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:23, Reply)

One of the best festivals I ever went to
was the Magic Mushroom Festival in North Wales. It was freezing and pissed down throughout, and there was no sound system – just a lightshow. We were chased by Welsh Farmers and had a terrible ‘American Werewolf’ pub experience, a pal fell down a ravine and we didn’t have any food but mushrooms for 3 days, but the whole thing was magnificent.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:26, Reply)

Long time back I went to 'gatherings' on Clun Common, and similar stuff happened.
Less hassle from the farmers back then - Hell's Angels could cause a few ripples in the vibes though. Oh, and the Hay meets too.
Sighs.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:30, Reply)

People who missed the Free Festival days
have no idea how magical they were....
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:35, Reply)

I've only had them once and it was fantastic.
Although I didn't cane them. Just enough to make me giggle like a mong all night. I thought my face was going to fall off it was hurting so much from laughing.
( girlinthehole, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 9:57, Reply)

Christ, me and two mates once brewed up 1500 of them
in a giant preserving pan. That was very, very silly.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 9:59, Reply)

Great idea at the time I expect
So what ceiling did they scrape you from?
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:03, Reply)

The ceiling of the woooorrrld, maaaann.....
In my defence the idea was to have a party and dish them out, but the party bit kind of fell through when we realised we'd had too many to cope with a party and basically locked ourselves in and drank about 4 pints of mushroom tea each. Disgustingly we also had a tab of acid each too.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:06, Reply)

Sweet Jesus
The tab of acid was just incase the shrooms never worked then?
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:09, Reply)

Pure teenage greed, I'm afraid.
They were 'Saddam Husseins', I'm almost certain.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:11, Reply)

A T-shirt now stained with all the colours of the Tayyab's rainbow?
Your little one sounds like she's got a very rock n'roll future ahead of her...ever wonder if it runs in the family? (I can't help but think I'd have been one of the timid kids nervously sliding down on his arse at that age)
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:19, Reply)

She's only 21 months old. Utterly fearless.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:30, Reply)

When my little sister was a toddler we used to throw her across the room at each other to catch her.
She loved it.
( girlinthehole, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 10:35, Reply)

I guess it's all down to those early, formative experiences
I think I first became one of those timid kids when I was about five years old, speeding downhill on my first bicycle, then braking too hard, flying straight over the handlebars and skidding down the hill on my nose. I was too scared to go downhill on a bike for months after that.

(In hindsight, the best bit was acquiring an enormous scab all the way up my nose the weekend before they did the school photographs.)
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 11:10, Reply)