I regret driving around the countryside, in thick fog,
in a 'hot' sierra cosworth to an all night Smokescreen event in Derbyshire.

I also regret not hitting some dumb cunt who climbed the lampost outside what used to be Deluxe in Nottingham and proceeded to burn £20 notes.

I also regret not porking a girl called Lucy who I talked to all night instead of shagging her senseless.
( The Beast can't help looking at womens breasts on the tube, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:41, Reply)

Don't take your Dad's pills without asking!!!
My old man used to be in the merchant navy (60’s-early 70’s), and in those days the lifeboats used to be re-stocked every trip, and it was the officer’s job to get rid of the un-used medicine one of the bottles they used to have was labelled energy tablets, basically if you knew you were getting close to the end you dished out these pills to keep everyone’s energy levels up!.

So when we used to drive from to France on holiday me old man used to neck a couple of these on the way to keep his energy levels up of course…

Fast forward maw and paw away on holiday thought it would be nice to tidy the house for them coming back- oh that and I was having a party the following weekend, came across a full bottle of these energy tablets, looking at the ingredients wtf- 10mgs of amphetamine sulphate!! Whoop whoop now my old man left sea in 1975 and these tablets had been hanging since then so decided to neck them anyway- took 2 waited for an hour -nothing being bored with housework took another couple –nothing this kept going for a while, now started at this about 8pm when I finally looked at a clock it was 11am the next day was still watching episodes of MASH found it hilarious, was awake for about 2 days couldn't feckin sleep God knows how many of those pills i took anyway - fanbloodytastic!

Apologies for length and girth but be nice first post
(Lamby, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:40, Reply)

I regret letting my friends chiwawa eat the weed
Not only because there was less left for the rest of us, but also because we were so worried about him.

Picture 3 baked people (old enough to know better), showing up at the emergency 24 hour animal clinic with a MASSIVELY stoned chiwawa, looking all sheepish and guilty. (Us - not the chiwawa, I think he was enjoying himself).

At the time, we were too concerned to laugh, but in retrospect his behaviour was hilarious. He didn't get the giggles, but I think he definitely had the munchies.

AND he'll have a fantastic story to tell his pups. "Man, there was this time, I was SOOOO mashed up - woof".
(Peelmytangerines, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:30, Reply)

Strike it Lucky on Mushrooms
After a gentle walk in the countryside one september, my friends and I collected some mushrooms to make some tea with. On getting home to my friends house, we made some tea with a couple of healthy fist fulls of mushrooms and a couple of tea bags to add flavour. Then my friends parents came home (after saying they would be away for the night, and they weren't) and asked us what we were doing, to which we answered 'having some tea'. They asked for some and remained in the room.

We all proceeded to drink the mushroom tea (including his parents who were unaware)and then we all sat down, about half an hour later and watched 'Strike it Lucky' with Michael Barrymore (in the show, not the room with us - now that would have been weird.. watch that swimming pool..). We all (my friends parents included) absolutley wet our collective pants in hysterics at the show and when it finished my friends Dad turned off the TV and said he thought no other TV show would ever be that funny so there was no point watching it ever again. Then my friends Mum decided to try and hoover the pattern off the carpet for 2 hours. Whilst we watched in awe and not saying anything apart from giggling and laughing uncontrollably at stupid things like using glass coasters as glasses.... oh dear.

When the parents worked it out, I was banned from their house for nearly 2 years. My friends parents were Police officers. Even though it wasn't my fault they labelled me as the 'ring leader' and made my life hell for a while. I don't see them any more, so what do I care? Pigs on Mushrooms watching Strike it Lucky.... marvellous!
( Toma_o, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:27, Reply)

Never done drugs (non of the illegal stuff anyways)
Known many that have smoked weed though, and been a passive smoker at parties.

I went to this houseparty in first year where there was booze and weed, there was a group of stoners giggling poking at a bottle in a watter barrel attempting to make a waterbong.

I didnt smoke anything but I woke up none the wiser lying upsidedown on a chair with a blanket over me and wearing bunny ears and red lipstick all over my face. Nice
( Blobcat Less Jaffacakes this year, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:23, Reply)

I am mashed-up right now!
I LOVE you ALL... I am SO glad I found this website... you guys are the BEST!!! xxxxxxxx

Oh dear....
(Minty Hit, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:18, Reply)

Wonderful wonderful codeine
Just had my tonsils out, and instead of normal painkillers, nurses sent me home with a bumper pack of codeine tabs....now, i've heard these are illegal in some countries, and so they should be.

I, stupidly, thought that the pain i was experiencing could be inversely proportional to the amount of tabs i was cosuming- basically,i thought the more tablets i took, the less pain i would have.
And to a degree, i wasn't wrong; i had no pain thresh hold!

"Yay!" i thought "Go out, get hammered, have fun, no pain!"...how wrong i was.

Did the drink, did the fun, started wandering home from the bar with a mate, and decide to sit on a wall for a rest-just then, i get a weird head rush, and go arse over tit off the wall, straight into a pile of glass. Glass all in my arm and hand, and im more concerned about where my phone was. I then tried to pick the glass out with my fingers, so my other hand gets cut to ribbons. Cue trip to A+E, and before i even get into the hospital, i puke and headbutt the sliding doors into the place (still no pain). Explained, very matter of factly, what had happened to the triage nurse, and then slept.

Next morning, wake up in my mates room, where he explains what happened the night before, but finds it really feckin funny tht after all that, i started crying when the nurse tried to inject me with aneasthetic before pulling out the glass.
N.B. and the headache the morning after really hurt...cue more codeine!
(cookie_freak, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:16, Reply)

Sparkly Disco Penguin
One of the many fun times on shrooms consisted of a housefull of friends at my house, all very, very high.
In amongst the madness and consistent laughter was a classic moment I'll never forget involving a shiny fluffy penguin toy, about 2 feet high and my best mate.
After subsequently agreeing to take large amounts of mdma and various strains of skunk at 1:30 in the morning (I had work the next day) I was still up and blethering to a few close friends at about 6am. At this point, my mate had an argument with the inanimate penguin toy which had given us plenty of laughter, and it ended up with him jokingly kicking the 2ft sparkly penguin out of the front door and shouting "AND DON'T COME BACK YOU BASTARD!" before slamming the door.

What we were'nt aware of until moments later was the unseen milk float that had to slam on the breaks and swerve to avoid it in the middle of the road. Not sure what was going through the drivers mind....

Needless to say work wasn't too much fun on the sunday morning..
(FroIain, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:13, Reply)

Gatecrasher
1997 - 2002

Most weekends
Lots of UV and Cyberdog clothes
Foam Mitsubishi signs

That is all
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:12, Reply)

Nothing
I regret nothing!






But i cant remember anything either!
(basshedz2, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 14:06, Reply)

I was once so stoned
I ate my way through a packet of prawn cocktail crisps, the whole time tasting salt & vinegar.

The last time I dropped, I just stayed in with my sister. We spent the evening naked in her front room, comparing bits, giving each other oily massages, & brushing each others hair, while repeating 'you're so fucking ace' 8 bazillion times. And then at 6am we went to Rufforth car boot in our pyjamas.

True story.
( ImNotRightBotheredMe fool, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:59, Reply)

oooh!...pretty leaves...
When I was eight, my mum had a major operation to remove a cyst from her abdomen. She spent a few weeks in hospital while I got looked after by a babysitter who wouldn't believe that I really did eat soup for breakfast every morning.

Anyway, I went to visit her in hospital a lot, and she said to me "You know, it's funny, they've given me about five shots of morphine". A few days later she came home.

She was still high/totally out of it for the next two weeks. She started writing wierd poetry, then every morning at the crack of dawn she'd make us all get up and go to the park where we'd collect all the autumn leaves that had fallen down. We would then shove these in the freezer, ready for the time when we would paint them, and then iron them on the ironing board.

Now whenever she starts to write poetry, I get worried....
( Hampster Squared has stuff at www.tilla.co.uk, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:57, Reply)

Mysterious appearance of chairs
A few years ago, I went to Brixton Academy one new years eve.

Over the course of the evening, I managed to consume enough pills to reach the usual end result of being a bit of a mess.

I also ended up painted in bright orange body paint, because it just felt sooooo nice.

After dancing all night, the paint had started to run, making my face completely orange.

Towards the end of the night, I decided to have a sit down to sort my head out a bit. I retrieved my jacket from the cloakroom, and staggered across the room, and spotted a free stool just off the dancefloor.

I walked over to it, covered it with my jacket, and then sat down. It was at this point, I realised that it wasn't a chair at all. It was some guy who was probably also trying to sort his head out, sat on the floor with his legs tucked in to his chin.

I jumped up, picked my jacket up, said "sorry mate, I thought you were a chair", and then dissappeared off in to the night.

I always look at the incident from the other guys point of view. He is having a moment to sort his head out, when suddenly a bloke with an orange face, and quite possibly wild staring eyes, walks over, the world goes dark, and then someone sits on him, then promptly dissappears.

Having been in a similar state on many occassions, I really do feel sorry for it. If you are still in therapy, sorry mate, I really did think you were a chair!
(nonstopdancer, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:51, Reply)

I'm not really sure why I ever did drugs...
I didnt enjoy the effects at all, but spent 2 years at Poly, and then 3 more years at work partaking of a cocktail of them on a regular basis.
The worst experiences would probably be:-

Taking LSD and going to a Gong gig at the Students Union. Once the stuff took effect, people became a figment of my imagination, I became obsessed that a girl dancing barefoot near a broken plastic pint mug would cut her feet to shreds, my anxiety levels were at Defcon-1, but once I'd run out of the place screaming and calmed down on the way home, I did find the phrase "E=MC Hammer" hilariously funny.. funnier than anything else I'd ever said.
Oddly the next day it had lost some of it's comedic value.

Taking Speed at a party where I was already pretty on edge and threatening to stab a bloke through the head because he put his arm round my girlfriend. She naturally went apeshit about it, and when we split up 3 months later, I tried to use this as an excuse for my behaviour, and ended up getting the "You know how I feel about drugs" lecture.
The day after this episode I had the worst DT's I've ever had before or since.

I hadn't done any recreational pharmaceuticals for 5 years by the time this one happened so my tolerance was pretty low.
At a party with some neighbours I took a toke on the spliff being passed round and rushed it. By the time the doobie came back to me and i let the breath go, I was distinctly green and needed to go home.
I was woken up at 2am curled up on my front lawn, by my neighbour kicking my shoe to see if I was still alive.

I am a responsible individual now, with a wife and son, responsibilities and Bipolar Depression so I tend to steer clear of dwugs.
(LunarJim, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:50, Reply)

Not me, but still noteworthy.
A friend once became utterly convinced she was being chased down the street by a giant carnivorous Mars bar.
( Sylia Stingray is pilfering the biscuits on, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:48, Reply)

Don't take drugs from strangers!
The most regrettable experience i had was a few years ago, after caning some whizz and loads of pills, me and my mates go back to this nutter's house i met once before.

When we got to his place someone asked if he had any pills, at which point he went to his bathroom and came back with bottles of pills, us stupidly taking them and not realising what they did. Well, we all did a few, but i ended up having a couple that no one else took.

Everything was fine, up until I woke up in another flat, it was my mates flat and I was on the sofa bed. I sat upright, and for some reason when i looked down at my trousers i could see cartoon strips, every time i moved the material, the cartoon strips were changing, fascinating as it was, i should have realised i'd done too much!

Things blanked out again, the next minute i was home, sat on the sofa watching tv, my missus comes downstairs and says "what you doing" to which i replied "I'm watching tv", but paul, the tv isn't switched on.

I'd been watching a blank tv for about 5 minutes, sat there blanking out, waking up, my missus is sat infront of me, i start speaking, she starts laughing, i blank out again, wake up, she's still sat there, i speak again, and she starts laughing again, Even though it sounded fine in my head, the words coming out my mouth were all jumbled up.

I had enough at this point, went to the bathroom, and ran a bath, went back to the living room, waited for 5, then went back to check on the bath, I hadn't put the plug in, and didn't even turn the taps on, at this point i thought i was losing the plot.

I got my missus to run me a bath, when it was run, i got in, laying in the bath, i look down at my penis, and it looked like skin was peeling off it, so i started peeling the skin off, thank fuck my missus came in when she did, i had peeled myself raw, i was sore for weeks after that.

And the moral of that story, don't take drugs from strangers!
(shittingkittens, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:46, Reply)

Twas my ex's birthday...
So we all went out - a load of us. She wasn't really into drugs at the time so i took it upon myself to have her share for her, well it was her birthday. Throughout the night i was becoming more and more muntered, in fact i was nearing Olympic standard in facial gymnastics. Whilst doing my best popeye impressions (unbeknown to me at the time but i have since seen the photos), i kept on gibbering about what i had just eaten. I become quite distraught when i was informed that i had not had anything to eat recently and insisted that i had. My tiring ex decided to tell me i had eaten tomato soup which i was not happy about at all. I then decided to ask her if she liked her ring that i got for her birthday - for about 4 hours. She did her best to ingore me as it wasn't actually her birthday til the day after so i hadn't given her her 'suprise' ring at this time. So she ended up taking me home at about 10.30 on her own birthday because i was too much of a state. She even managed to look suprised the next morning when i presented it to her (still pulling funny faces). Ahh, those were the days...
(I_Don't_know_WHY_I_BOTHER?, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:38, Reply)

Watching the Bruce Forsyth Show on acid
..was not a good idea. It's taken me nearly 40 years to recover enough to be able to watch Strictly Come Dancing without screaming. However, I had a great time watching Monty Python (the death by tennis raquets sketch) after eating a grass-stuffed Thanksgiving turkey. Now I am older and wiser, I will be watching the Queen's Speech this Christmas, fortified by a bottle of absinthe and some peyote tea.
(fuchsiaperfect, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:37, Reply)

I watched Ghostwatch on the BBC when it was on live
whacked out of my gourd on super skunk and did a wee in my pants from fear.
( Darryn.R, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:24, Reply)

drugs are bad mmmkay
There a few times I have lost my copy of the plot whilst on acid.

Like the time I sat up all night watching static on the telly.

Or the time Me and a mate spent hours in the jungle well not really a jungle more like his hedge in his front garden.

Or the time when my arms were about ten foot long and I waved them at everybody to show them.

One of the lowest points is when we went magic mushroom picking and I ate evreything we picked, so we had to go back out and once again I ate them all.
Having pissed my mates off they left me in my room on my own.
Lay on my bed tripping my bollocks off I saw myself from above and convinced myself I was infact dead.
queue the next six or so hours crying my eyes out and trying to get back into my body. not good :(
(Barry Chuckle has gone out in the thong to feed the pigeons, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:24, Reply)

Starwars and pizza
I've taken stuff exactly twice in my life (oooh... what a good boy)

First time was LSD when I was about 19... Myself and some mates took this stuff and then proceeded to watch the whole Starwars trilogy laughing like idiots (yes... especially when Luke got his hand chopped off)

The other time was round a mates house a year ago... Someone made hashcake... Took myself and my GF over 40 minutes to walk home (a 5 min journey)

I remember sitting on my bed trying to eat an Asda cheese pizza with instant mashed potato spread on it.. thinking "Owww... it hurts to eat more... but I MUST eat more..."

Killed several packets of pringles too I think... Bad cake! No no! Good cake! mmmmm... BAD!
( Beastie is doing science with his arse, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:23, Reply)

Am I the only one
who did as little as possible under the influence? That aside, here are some (relatively uninteresting compared to you crazy party folk) highlights:

Crispy M&Ms. Jesus, we went to a service station late at night and brought back maybe 15 big packets of them, nothing else. And we ate them all, and they were amazing...

Another time, my mate Joe was caught in slow motion - and I was very very very fast, like it was all a blur, and the whole world was spinning whooo! We went out into the world armed with couch cushions, and we had a pillow fight in the middle of a crowded street. I don't know why we weren't arrested - we walked/excitedly danced past a police box - maybe they thought we were performance artists. Oh, and I won the pillow fight.

And finally, not me, but my Irish mate tells me of his flatmate's amazing revelation: he runs in while they are all tripping, and exclaims, "Oh my God, I've discovered the best combination of food!" Or something along those lines. "Drugs - and yoghurt!" And they all ate it. And it was good. So amazingly good.

Oh and I almost forgot: I set my mate's hair on fire while trying to light his cigarette. He didn't notice... even when I put it out by repeatedly hitting him in the head. He, later that evening, fell down a flight of stairs and didn't notice. He was incredible.

Ooh and my friend Dan took 3 hours to climb a small incline. It was about 3 metres up on a 10-15 degree slope. Best. Night. Ever.
(omoshiRoy, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:20, Reply)

Leeds 2002
My mate and I thought it would be a great idea to buy 100 pills and make some money at the dance tent. Unfortunately ended up taking possibly 20+ pills in two days, all I remember is mud wrestling in the campsite with 300 people cheering me on, trying to create my personal monkey army in the woods running around scaring innocents with a large mallet whilst covered in dry mud, guns and roses being amazing and being beaten by coppers before my parents drove to leeds from manchester to pick me up from the nick.
Then high security mental hospital for 9 long fuzzy months. I had the best time ever at Leeds but the consequences were most severe.
Don't do nowt now, don't miss it either.
(munkykev, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:20, Reply)

My only drug
was paroxetine hydrochloride. 30mg a day. They boost your serotonin, so are effectively a low-dose slow-release ecstasy tablet. Every day for nine months! Yay for the NHS!

Side effects were great - a heightened sense of touch and a completely transformed experience of music. Dancing blue triangles on the ceiling when I woke up and a feeling that everything's going to be just fine.

They didn't make me do anything too incredible. I guess the main thing I did that I wouldn't have done otherwise was pulling the kitchen knives back out of the living room wall and painting over all the writing on the walls that had got me on the tablets in the first place. Hey ho, happy days...
( teedyay, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:20, Reply)

First time...
I got truly stoned. Was house-sitting in a rather nice London Suburb whilst in the summer before my 3rd year, and had a job at the local pub.

My collegues from the pub popped over to mine for a smoke after; a really STRONG one.

Cue me sitting there giggling inanely becuase no-one had uttered a word for 4 hours (actually only 2 mins).

Then the bush opposite me started reaching forward over my mate's head. I could see it out of the corner of my eye. If I looked at it directly, it stood still and acted noncholant, but I knew its murderous intentions... It kept creeping further and further forward, until I stood up, shouted "Chris! The bush is going to kill you!"

And then went to bed. In my winter coat.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:20, Reply)

Hmmmm... so many to choose from....
Well, there was the time when I took acid and thought it was incredibly funny that I'd burnt a hole in the coat of a young lady from my halls of residence. Predictably, she never saw the funny side.

Stoned MarioKart was always funny, as was the time when, in a hideous case of the munchies, I ate a lime jelly with my bare hands.
( Thy Maker Sigs are rubbish, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:18, Reply)

back in the day
i was cleaner than clean (all changed now though) and my duty was to look after the hideous wrecks my good friends would become when playing out. so briefly...

standing i food giant trying to deal with two tripping-beyond-belief hippy's who are in turn dealing with the fact that the tinned goods aisle reaches into infinity in both directions

finding, then sitting up all night, with someone who had glanced in a mirror and then become entranced as his body decomposed in front of his (enlarged and terrified) eyes

watching as security went through my bags at a dance festival as [someone who is not me] realised [someone who is not me] had everyones preordered drugs which [someone who is not me]'d picked up (a large carrier bag half filled) in there. they took it out and put it on the kurb, unnoticed, then found my grinder. dammit. explained "i didn't know it was there, left it in there from my last party" emptied it out in front of them and was a) allowed in and b) allowed to keep my grinder. that security guard is still my hero :)

my best high? running resin and black through a bong filled with JD all night then drinking it for a bet. best high ever, no poisening as far as i'm aware, tasted like the devils own belly bile. never had the courage to try it again.

serious point for those who wish to embark: take it easy, find your feet, vitamin C for a nasty one on anything really. be careful. be respectful to the drug and other people. 5htp for the mdma come down. and they're no excuse for being a bastard. get into the country if you can. everythings better there. hmmm prettyyyyyyy....
drugs can make or break you. positive confidence is the key. stay safe and have a good night mate!
(unlawful odour i dunno..., Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:17, Reply)

taking a sip.....
there's nothing like getting a big bag of green in, some mates round and a game of risk.

this was going on one evening, and after a fair few j's, we'd gone outside to smoke another. it was pretty dark outside - so i'd brought out some fairy lights (lil candle things). however the wind was blowing these out - so i cleverly stumbled back in to retrieve some empty glasses to put the fairy lights in, shielding them from the wind.

after a few more tokes, j in one hand i go for my drink on the table, pick up the wrong glass and pour a fairy light complete with molten wax into my mouth!

i remember as it got to the critical point, "oooh this orange squash is very warm"

what compounds this sorry tale, is that i lost africa on the next go :(
(oller, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:11, Reply)

Spendind loads of money of loads more.

Amongst a million other things....totally unprintable ;)
(Oops....did I say that out loud cos I really bloody want to., Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:07, Reply)

Those were the days
Me and my mate had some fair old times on ‘rugs, but at one stage we became fairly obsessed with “disco biscuits”. Now I’m talking every weekend here. And 5 or 6 at a time.

We did some very odd things back then, when clubbing really was clubbing, chicken used to really taste like chicken, and granny was a lad. Ok, it was the late 90’s, early 00’s then.

We used to go to the same place virtually every weekend in Derby – Progress.

Our addled brains thought of some fairly weird stuff to take with us, do and dress in, including…

* Flashing trousers
* Pokemon T-Shirts bought from woollies for kids aged 4 or 5 years old
* Spiked hair with pipe cleaners and glowing fishing floats
* Face paints
* A wooden spoon and set of spatulas
* Super Car Top Trumps
* Big photocopied money

But by far the oddest thing we ever took with us, were two, sit on, pedal powered, tractors bought from Toys ‘r’ Us which we proceeded to ride around on.

Everybody wanted a go. Well, almost everybody. Those that didn’t, probably wanted to beat the crap out of us.

After the night was over, we’d then drive home down the dual carriageway, sometimes at speeds reaching 20mph.

I’m a lot older and maybe wiser now, so I don’t touch ‘em at all. They haven’t affected me in the slightest. Now what was I saying. Aaah, yes..

Me and “Crazyhorse” were legends.
(Bertie Dastard Wax on, wax off, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:03, Reply)