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Around The Sun: LSD - Just Which Hole Did That Rabbit Run Down

Steve Harrison, in his wilder days, sampled LSD.

…and a painting book in which I could make the grass, the trees, the sea and the animals any colour I pleased, and still the dazzling sky-blue sheep are grazing in the red field under the rainbow-billed and pea-green birds. - A Child’s Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas

Some of the things you try will irreversibly change you. That is what I was told when I was handed my first tab of Acid - LSD. I repeated those words to myself as I held the tablet in my hand. I was a shy, awkward, withdrawn individual. As far as I was concerned any change could only be an improvement.

The tab was a small sliver of a clear, jelly-like substance stuck to a bit of cellotape. Was I supposed to swallow the tape, along with the tab? I was told to cut it into three and share it with a couple of mates, so that is what I did.

David, Mike and me were in the best room of the farmhouse where David lived. We were good mates. We were all three thought to be a bit strange - into homebrew beer, rock music and odd behaviour.

We put some rock on the record player. "Ten Years After.'' We cut the LSD into three with an old razor blade. Nervously we each received our share. I placed my share on my tongue. Was I brave enough to swallow it, or would I try to discard it, concealing the fact that I was doing so?

The three of us were tense. I couldn't taste what was on my tongue. A voice inside my head was telling me to swallow, so I did.

I smiled anxiously at the other two. David told me not to look so anxious. "I will look after us,'' he said.

We drank a few beers. David's home brew. We stared at the walls, the curtains, a ticking clock, the record covers with mounting anticipation. We had heard lots of stories about the effects of LSD. Of people who, thinking they could fly, had jumped to their deaths from buildings and bridges. We would hallucinate, whatever that meant. We reassured ourselves with the thought the the Beatles were taking LSD, so it must be OK.

Is that wall moving, we asked one another? Are the curtains dripping? We lied, trying to convince one another that we were seeing wonderful things.

Eventually we wandered off to the pub. We drank beer. We were giggling like naughty schoolboys involved in a prank. I went to the toilet. While I was there the landlord rang a bell and called last orders.

At that moment the floor opened up and I fell into a chasm. It was an unbelievable rush, like an elevator falling out of control. My hair stood on end. My body twitched. I was transported into another dimension.

I was back with Michasel and Dave. "Did the ground shake?'' I asked. "Sure did,'' said Michael, grinning from ear to ear.

Finally the Acid had kicked in. Reality ended.


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