Monday, 28 November 2016

The LSD stories

Yes, when I have the time I will tell you my LSD stories.

You will laugh, you will scream, John will shit himself as usual, but - after all these years and all that Lysurgic Acid down the gullet - it is only right that I share my experiences with you.

Today I was getting on well with setting up the exhibition - The Boy working away at my side until lunch - but then, a call we all dread, telling him that a loved relative had just died - his natural Grandfather.

Of course, he fell to bits as far as any useful work went at that point, so he went home, leaving me on my own to complete.

At about 6.15 pm, I completed. Then I went home. but didn't have enough time to even wash, but I donned a nice Armani suit and an Italian cashmere overcoat, then hobbled back to the exhibition to open it.

I had a text from Rachel, asking, "Bored shitless yet?" Well no I wasn't, Raych - I was so unbored that I didn't have time to reply.

I am now going to bed, but the opening night was very nice, with quite a few pictures sold.

I am spending the nest few days composing the LSD stories to relate to you.

Consider them in the spirit of Charles Dickens ghost stories if you must.

32 comments:

  1. I am looking forward to your best post to date

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I would like to say that you will be scared shitless, but in your case, this would be unrealistic.

      Delete
  2. I will imagine you writing and drawing your stories in an old school exercise book and being taken back in time to the best times in the world. I will text you each day.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I may take an old exercise book. Good Idea.

      Delete
  3. I'd be up for hearing about your LSD escapades. I tripped on Haight St. in SF about 30 years ago. -way past the summer of love & really sort of a bummer.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Haight Ashbury? Now Hate Ashbury, like the old sign used to say... or was it Love?

      Delete
  4. Good news that stuff has been sold. Most of my acid stories involve Banana splits and Whelks, but not at the same time.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I remember being astounded when you told me how many banana splits you ate when tripping. I still am. No wonder your blog is primarily about food!

      Delete
  5. I would like a full description of H.I's outfit .... I love her clothes.... photographs please !! You sounded rather fetching in yours ..... did anyone mention your hair ?!!!! Hope the sales keep coming. XXXX

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Somebody took photos - I'll see what I can do. Nobody mentioned hair, which I do not know how to interpret.

      Delete
  6. Not sure other people's LSD stories are terribly interesting. Can you prove me wrong?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Can he prove you "wrong", Shawn?

      No.

      Other people's LSD stories are on a par with our nocturnal dreams. Whilst interesting, amusing and insightful to ourselves, do spare those sitting across you at the breakfast table.

      To declare my hand: I have never taken LSD. Not least because I don't like losing control of my faculties, and had ample opportunity so see many who did.

      Still, in Tom's defense, one might say reviving those long ago memories will give him a chance to show his readers how "cool" he was before the rot, eventually, will - not yet - set in.

      U

      Delete
    2. Well done Shawn - rather than waiting to see what comes up and then pronouncing on it, you have given the Bitch (her description, not mine, but I am fed up with calling her by any other name) the perfect excuse to spread discord and hostility before any good reason for doing so.

      As far as you go, Ursula, I think you made a very wise choice. You are hardly in control of your faculties as it is.

      Delete
    3. Just as one little illustration of how completely out of touch with reality you are, Ursula (and that is even with full control of your untainted faculties), I am a lot 'cooler' now than I was back in those days, despite the rot having set in fucking years since.

      Delete
    4. Just for the record, I never thought that you told us anything, at all, to seem cool. There.

      Delete
    5. Well the stories - if I get round to telling them - were going to hinge on exactly how uncool I was, and there is tremendous scope for humour there. The trouble is that some people have no sense of humour at all, and when they come out with this rubbish, it makes me lose mine.

      I cannot write anything worth passing on when I am angry, which is the main reason I am going to block her. Once I have read it, my humour has gone along with the planned post.

      Delete
    6. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

      Delete
    7. Shut up, and buy yourself a sense of humour.

      Delete
  7. You are addicted to blogging that's for sure...

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Another absolutely brilliant obseration, Heron. You are wasted, stuck out there in the middle of fucking nowhere - more wasted than I ever was on LSD.

      Delete
    2. Even nowhere is somewhere and I am glad to be where that is rather than over there. Sweet dreams old lad and mind how you go.

      Delete
    3. Dixon of Dock Green. Evenin' all...

      Delete
  8. Sorry for the Boy. Glad the opening night was good and sales were made. Photos would be good!
    I had one trip and one was enough for me...I'm so not the hippy chick I was trying to be way back then.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, sad but innevitable. I wasn't a hippy chick either - not even an Alister Crowley.

      Delete
  9. Condolences to your Boy. It's hard when you lose someone close. Hope the first night exhibition went really well x

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks, Moll. You know more than most of us right now. You never get over it, but you do get used to it. First night was good, thank you. X

      Delete
  10. There was a man somewhere who'd say only that he was an orange.
    Do you think anything would happen to us mere mortals if a religious nutter or somebody like that dumped a barrel full of it in a reservoir, apart from the fish going crazy?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. The orange is an urban myth based on a stupid bit of video. Animals eat all sorts of halucenogens all the time without even noticing it. Mongeese are not scared of Cobras because they are immune to the venom.

      Delete