My birthday can be March 28th and that season, luckily, it fell on Easter weekend, so i was at home on leave at my parent's house in Neasden, North London..
So i met up with my pal Alain from Peper Harow. He was on keep at his mothers house in Baker Street, but in some way knew someone who was offering posters outside this Led Zeppelin concert, and he didn't just sell posters! He previously arranged with Alain for us to meet him and he was going to give us some acid (LSD, trips, whatever you need to call it), and in addition happened to know somebody who worked on the door, and could get us entry for just a fiver.
We met this man as arranged, and, me becoming the way-out nutter i liked to think I was at the time, dropped the acid immediately. I had heard many stories about it, but nothing could have ready me for the amazing ramifications of this fantastic drug. It seemed like virtually no time at all before i was tripping off my human brain, and everything around was interesting and interesting. The colours had been kaleidoscopic, hypnotic and flying all over the place. It had been like being on another planet!
The acid appeared to last forever, and i was astonished that a thing that small (and simply 50p!) hadiah ulang tahun untuk pacar, kado ulang tahun untuk pacar give such an excellent experience for such a long time. We returned around one each morning, and she was watching golfing (!!) on the telly, therefore i knew she was just concerned about me.
Me and Alain were both still significantly out of our heads, and i was paranoid that Alain will be acting weird and my mother would know we had been taking drugs, therefore i kept giving him withering looks if he said anything at all, and I was getting a lot more paranoid.
The strange point was that i was most likely the one that she thought was weird. I kept saying "there's something wrong with the color", and kept waking up and playing with the color button on it. I believed the green of the grass at the course was all wrong, and tried to regulate it to get it "just right". When my mum finally went to bed i remember complaining to my pal that it was SO apparent he was tripping, and he just kept laughing at me. I think i know why now!
We went up to my space afterwards and i spent another hour just listening to one Led Zeppelin track called "The Angels of Babylon", which is certainly tracks of acoustic guitars and various voices all overlaid on top of each other. I could hear each and every single voice on the tune, and was by the wonder of the song, and the night time. I think, that night, i must say i decided that life was something so valuable that i was determined to take pleasure from every single day of my entire life.
I really have to request my mum if she that night time before it's too past due (she's 78 now, but nonetheless going strong).