Back in 98 when I was a student in the UK myself and my friend had been holed up in his flat smoking our way through his stash of Jakira (a really great strain of weed). We got hungry and decided we would cook something amazing, but his cupboards were empty and so was his fridge, leaving only the ice box to check. I saw something in there but it was frozen up so we got a knife and dug it out to find a bag of 200 mushrooms he’d frozen the summer before.

We made a pot of mushroom tea and rang our friend to invite for him round for a spot of afternoon tea if he brought the cake. He turned up when we were tripping balls convinced the neighbours cat was a panther and it was hunting us. He pushed us into his car with our pot of tea and we went to his girlfriends place. She was a lovely girl and an Art History Major and she painted these really trippy psychedelic collages. Anyway, she said she had a friend visiting from Essex who was a painter and he was giving a talk at the uni that week and would we like to meet him. Obviously we invited him to partake in our tea and went about trying to create a masterpiece with him listening to Gomez ‘Bring it On’ and Ian Brown ‘Unfinished Monkey Business’ on repeat.

Fast forward to the next morning I woke up on her living room floor wearing someone else’s clothes with my head shaved and woke up my friend and tried to work out what we did. To our best recollection we were painting with her friend Chris and he wanted some hair for his piece he was working on so I got shaved for the artwork. Then we both remember him pulling out a plastic tub full of what he said was elephant shit, and we made little balls with them and pushed them onto his painting.

Now, knowing what we had consumed we naturally thought we had been tripping and imagined it but it all but it turns out her friend was Chris Ofili a fairly renowned painter and we had indeed been rolling up little balls of elephant poo, a style he became fairly famous for after winning the Turner Prize a couple of months after we created our masterpiece with him. Oh and the mushrooms were awesome as well.

Back in 1982, along with high school friends, I went to see Hawkwind for the first time on the Choose Your Masques tour. We lived in a rural location with poor transport links and as we were too young (age 16) to drive, so we needed a parent to take us to the gig and bring us home. One advantage of being rural was access to a plentiful supply of magic mushrooms and we’d collected some in advance. As it was the first experience for a couple of those going we decided to make mushroom tea and drink it immediately before pickup. However we didn’t account for the faster onset of action and subsequently started tripping during the drive. Our ‘informed’ observations and chatter freaked out our friend in the front whose dad was driving us. Despite this, Hawkwind didn’t disappoint, they played in front of a large bank of TV screens with fast-paced surreal image montages, combined with the psychedelic music and smooth mushroom high making it an unforgettable evening. Nowadays, many years older (and possibly wiser), I’m still an avid gig-goer and had just seen that Hawkwind will be touring early 2024 in support of a new LP and the 50th anniversary of The Space Ritual album. The dates are around my 58th birthday, but this time I’ll probably only be medicating with my anti-hypertensives!

Inside,outside all is one but no one is indispensable,all is connectedall of us and all the other animated and not!
That’s All!

One day I was looking for something interesting on the Internet and landed on Google Maps. I searched for one of the largest cities in the United States (I live in Poland) and turned on the “yellow boy” so I could run around the streets. I wandered the streets admiring the architecture, beauty and mess of various streets. I always dreamed of going to the US, so I felt like I was on a trip. I noticed a dark old school car in front of me and started following it. I had the impression that the driver might have something to hide. I felt like a cop on patrol or Al Pacino in Heat. I got so involved that I forgot that I was just staring at the monitor, and I was sitting in a dark room, so nothing around me was visible. I passed a few streets, a few intersections and the trail stopped. I felt like I had let my commander down. Fortunately, I noticed a McDonald’s on the corner of the street and suddenly I felt incredibly hungry. I clicked on this place to see what menu they have in the US. Was similar to what is in Poland, I decided to call and order a burger for delivery (there is a McDonalds near my apartment). In a total rush, instead of calling my restaurant, I took down the number from the Internet and called to McDonald’s in the US. I didn’t know what was happening when I heard a foreign language, I panicked and hung up. After a minute I realized how empty my mind was. Despite this, I was afraid to call my restaurant, I didn’t trust myself any longer so I ate all candy bars and soup and went to sleep. A few days later I got a MUCH bigger phone bill… it was the most expensive burger of my life that I didn’t even eat. And that suspicious guy in the dark car is still somewhere on the streets..

Quand j’étais gamin, peut-être 14, ou 15 ans, j’ai voulu faire comme trois connards de 20 ans qui reniflaient de l’ether, pour rigoler.
Au lieu de rigoler, j’ai eu la diarrhée pendant deux jours. Mais ça m’a fait passer l’envie de recommencer !

When I was a kid, maybe 14 or 15, I wanted to be like three 20-year-old assholes sniffing ether, as a joke.
Instead of laughing, I had diarrhea for two days. But it made me not want to do it again!

Once a friend shared some potent green. At first there was nothing but then I fell asleep. When I woke up again I lost all sense of time and I couldn’t feel my hands anymore and it felt like my skin was coming off my body. Good thing I was with my bicycle that day because I wouldn’t have trusted myself driving a car.

After discovering the efficacy of ritual magick, my greatest high was when I witnessed the glory of the Universal Peacock during a sex magick ritual that lasted just over 4 days.

Miss you Beth.

Many, many years ago we had a smoke and then watched “Up in Smoke” from and with Tommy Chong and Cheech Marin at a cinema in munich.
I was laughing so hard that I got sore stomach muscles the next day…

I’m really high at the moment and I cannot tell my story because i know its ilegal to ship this record to Greece where i live :( . I wish i could have this record though, is beyond beautiful. Iommic Life Complete

It was around midday, and I was watching a children’s TV show where the presenter was pretending to dress up as a space woman and take a rocket into space, so I decided right then this was my time to enter orbit. I wrapped half a roll of tinfoil over my head and sat in my plastic washing basket. After a deep breath, simultaneously with the TV presenter, we took off, and we saw stars and different galaxies as we entered outer space. As we descended, I slowly removed my makeshift tin foil space helmet and told myself, “Scott, I must do this again soon, perhaps tomorrow”. It was indeed a mind-boggling experience.