Happy to live in Bristol. Bits of mad shit from the summer of 2011. Part 1.

The last week days of my life have been like a wonderful free beach holiday/festival and all in my local parks and venues and its only march. The weather beem amazing and theres been loads of stuff going on and costing nothing but what you consume, with loads of safe as fuck people, several small but effective sound-systems playing loads of ecclectic underground and party tunes from all genres with some pretty sick Dj's just on there days of chilling picking playlist etc etc with brillinat tunes and cheap healthy food (theres a hippy with a Dhal stand and he takes trade on Snt Andrews Park and theres other nice people and good cheap stores with food and drink and stuff for close and randomly there too) and  good solid proof that Bristol is full of healthy nice funny intelligent friendly open sexy people. There's people selling ballons (the REALLY FUN kind not the decorative). Everyone's having a smoke and it all seems good shit an all and and quite a few peole incliding myself having a spot of the old pretty paterns expansive thoughs range of chemicals and the make you dance make you sexy. Also there's a bit of drinking and a spot of the old Regratmine everyone by and large is being cool and not turning in to a leery wonky, being sick, polo nosed aggy prick like, so thats cool an all, it of decorum is all it takes for people to have civilised fun and substance use init. Plus although there's been a bit of litter left on the park everyones onto it now and I and other have begun to bring cheap rolls of binbags and loads safe people join in to help. Then as well of days and days of amazing fun on the the park I then went on friday to my first proper really good Dub night, called  Bristol-Dub-Club at the Black swan which was also free as my mate SEPTIC INSURGENT (well call him Hoo) was playing and me and Hoo's 'Missu's' (well call her...) Eden went to hear him play. His set and well all the music the whole night was "Fucking sick laaaa" as some of my fellow northwesteners might say at The Black Swan and the food (get the Caribean Chicken Soup, or there veggi I think, £2 a cup is excellent and the crowd were as completly lovely. As lovely for that matter as any Psy-night crowd i've ever incountered, better infact as there ar'nt any up there ow trip to india lessons they've learnt point in the journey with life and drugs somehow s much fucking more conciousness and insightfull than everyone else cunts... (huff, pant, sigh breath man breath grrrr) I've ever been to). Then on Saturday a banging psy-party in the woods I helped put on and another chilled with amazing sets from all the DJ's, proper intelligent psy like with Noctopus, Occular, and Pal3 standing out for me. Then on  Sunday yet more food, pub, park, sunshine pub again and meeting new friends some of whom are fucking great people who I'm sure i'll know and care for for many many years and now monday off to organise my life. HAPPY :)

A healthy walk with a bottle of Acid. Part 1.

I'd had it in my head for a while that I wanted to do a big acid trip, like six/seven hundred microns (drops or tab's "tend" to be about one hundred microns each but you do get stronger one's ) but not at a festival or a banging Psy-party but just with one or two very close friends in my beautiful amazing city, Bristol (I'd done several trips of this level before but whilst I was still drinking, and alcohol lowers the intensity of your acid) and to get to walk round its parks and streets and some of the better buildings (The Cathedrals interior was top of the list though in the end we never made it). I had been talking about this for a while with a very good friend of mine who we'll call Taffy and the consensus was yeah sure but when the weather right and we've got the time. Then suddenly my brother, who we'll call Peedy came down to stay with me as I'd got him a-bit of building work, and with a early March weekend of sunshine forecast (God bless the Americans and there big car's) it seemed to be the opportune time. So after Taffy turning up Friday eve and us all having a few splifs and a chilled one we woke up Saturday morning to glorious sunshine and after a quick shower we set out and headed up the mound. The mound is a small hillock or Common-Land/Park/Railway sidings in Saint Werburgehs,Bristol. Its has a panoramic view across all or Bristol cityscape and as its very green and pleasant round there what with all they allotments and the city farm it seemed a good place to start our journey.
So were sat up there, and after coordinating a few friends to come and join us we opened "the bag of fun". Which is my Oakley rucksack with a shit load of hard to search properly pockets in it, were we'd decided to pool all our collective naughty pleasures. We'd come we'll prepared all being former boyscouts and inside was:

One bottle of liquid L.S.D at 100 Microns a drop strenghth.
One gram of D.M.T with M.O.A.I leaves and a boxed glass water bong.
One hundred 12g cyliders of N02 with dispenser.
Five grams of Moroccan Double Zero Hashish.
Three and a half grams or Moroccan blonde crumbly Pollen Hashish.
Four grams of "Cheese" high grade Skunk Cannabis. (plus assorted skins, tabbaco and grinder etc)
Two grams of pure crystal M.D.M.A
Four Valium
And a shit load of fruit and water, Twiglets, 85% coca dark chocolate and other healthy fare.

And so with the bag now open we had our first casual balloons and took six drops of Acid each, except for my brother (fanny) who had five for some reason instead, then lay back and waited for it to kick in.

The Weeble Meeps.

Here are some things I have seen in certain places when I've been in certain states. There were suddenly all these eye's right, hundreds of them. About six inches long and shaped like a horizontal pointed ovals. all coming out the ground like a huge flock of moles, if you got flocks of moles that is. They had these furry white teeth like kinda like human teeth but squarer and almost toy-like and on-top of the teeth were the thick black eyes-lashes that curved downwards so the almost met in the middle on some of the creatures. I go the impression from they way they moved gently in all directions that they all had lots and lots of very small legs on the undersides but i couldn't see them, they all noticed me quite quickly and as one body they all shuffle-glided away from me then stopped, then came back a bit then moved away again and stopped once more. They were looking at me with all there single eyes in the way that puppies do, all hope-full and loving yet amazed and terrified all at the same time They were making this very very soft weeebling meepy noise, so I decided they were probably called "Weeble Meeps". I'm going to try and make on I think. :)