"And now over to our correspondant at the Rollright Stones for some live drug taking...."
It was one of those barmy summer nights and me and Tim were off our tits on pills. We'd spent most of the night in the studio, until it had become too difficult to focus on the screen and mixing had become impossible. So we adjourned to the sitting room for a spliff and a fight.

Several rounds of Tekken later, and Bill, my flatmate at the time, arrived home and informed us that his uncharacteristic sobriety was born of a desire to drive to the Rollright Stones to see the sunrise, this being the morning of the summer solstice an' all that. This was a brilliant idea, and we were sold on it immediatley, providing that Bill understood that we were spanked off our collective nuts and were going to behave like a pair of cunts for the entire time. Bill was cool with this, so we gathered our shit together and set off.

For those of you who dont know the Rollright Stones, it's a megalithic stone circle in the Cotswolds - en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rollright_Stones. Stonehenge it aint, but it's still a very beautiful site, and it was just starting to get light when we arrived, and there were already quite a few people there. These were exactly the sort of people you would expect to find at an ancient stone monument on the morning of the solstice - druids, witches, warlocks, hippies, crusties, someone playing an acoustic guitar, someone with some bongos, the kind of people who wouldnt look out of place in any of the stories from last weeks QOTW. It was all very peacefull and lovely. We strolled around the stone circle for a while, occasionally stopping to lay our hands on one of the stones to 'feel the vibe, man', then settled next to one of the bigger stones, where we decided it was time we took another pill. In the picture on the wiki link, we were leaning against the tall stone roughly in the middle of the back line of stones.

I got the small packet of pills out of my pocket and began the difficult procedure of extracting a couple of the little buggers out of their cellophane prison. This should have been easier than it was. The packet was jumping around in front of my eyes. Some of the pills had been crushed in my pocket and I didnt want to spill any. I had to enlist Tims help to hold my hand steady, but with some perserverence we eventually ended up each holding a fine piece of kitchen chemistry in our shaky fingers.

We looked one another in the eyes, said "down the hatch!", threw the little white fuckers down our necks and each took a big swig of warm cider to wash them down with. Loverly.

We both clocked the TV camera at the same time. Two blokes stood in the middle of the stone circle, one with one of those furry boom microphones, the other with a fuck off great camera on a tripod, both pointing straight at us. A local news crew there to film the sunrise but who'd unwittingly stumbled upon a couple of herberts blatently taking illegal drugs. The mic had no doubt picked up everything we'd been saying for the last few minutes - "theres still a few whole ones left", "my hands are shaking too much", "how many we done now?", "ooh look a witch", "bollocks I dropped one", "there it is", "got it", "wheres Bill?", "chatting up that gothapotamus with the moustache", "got one?", "yeah, nice one bruv", "nice one", "down the hatch mate", "down the hatch"....

Now in true QOTW spirit, I have to admit that I dont actually know whether this footage was ever actually shown on TV. In some ways, I kind of hope it was.
(Lionel Tiger, Fri 12 Jun 2009, 2:10, 2 replies)

When you were out at the Rollright Stones
I came and set fire to your shed.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 12 Jun 2009, 10:54, closed)

I dont have a shed..
but thanks anyway!
(Lionel Tiger, Fri 12 Jun 2009, 14:21, closed)