Somebody would always say these are double dipped Purple Ohms..
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Somebody would always say these are double dipped Purple Ohms..
What clubs/pubs in Cardiff were playing rave music?
For me it lost a bit of the magic when nightclubs became mainstream for the scene. I never felt easy in pubs and clubs with bouncers etc. Warehouses and fields were where it was for me.
We always started the night in Martha's in Swansea, but I never felt at ease in there. Not sure if was a football thing. Other pubs, clubs we'd go to, were Lakota in Bristol and some gaff in Neath in a side street (can't think of the name?)
Like I said early, I was happiest in a field or warehouse. We'd travel for hours chasing the dream. Seemed to end up in and around Oxford a lot. Up as far as Derby and Nottingham too.
Magic mushrooms were my thing
Used to laugh my ass off for hours
All this synthetic stuff naa
I remember the first time I did mushrooms. There were three of us, and two of us were mushroom virgins. Anyway, the seasoned veteran who was pushing 30 (we were 16 ish) brewed up a load that we'd picked earlier. We drank down this horrid brew mixed with tea and squash! Nothing happened for hours and me and my mate were beginning to think the whole thing was nonsense.
Two hours later when we decided to go and watch the local rugby team the shrooms kicked in big time. Non stop laughter in the stand earned us some furious looks and comments from the local die hards. The buzz lasted for hours. I tried to straighten my self out and thought I'd succeeded until I walked through the door of my parents house
A place called Valentino’s was the first I went too, it eventually became the toucan club on wombany street opp welsh club, which also had a few good nights early on before Tom toms, club metro and all that. Had the odd good night in panama joes too, huge club on queens street. Sasha played there once early 90’s it was packed.
I took some at Glastonbury, 1986
Sat in the tent for an hour then went outside and did an impromptu dance around a fire for a load of bikers
They were laughing their heads off but I was totally into it
Then I came down and went back to the tent with my mates and we laughed our heads off looking up at the skies till the sun came up then went to bed
We would take them as teenagers then go hang around in a park. Town centre was a no go with all the people and bright lights. One night we decided to venture down town for kicking out time at the local nightclub and this bullying twat who was after my mate over some girl gave him a slap and my mate banged the back of his head on concrete. Last thing you need when tripping. Back of my mates head was pissing with blood but he couldn’t feel a thing. Kept asking if he was bleeding? “Nah, you’re alright”. He should have gone to the hospital really or at least gone home but he was enjoying the trip too much and not even some prick punching his head in could spoil it. :he he: