The Ghost part 7
I have been sending out out of date CVs, dumb fuck. They have no information post 2009. I need to be a little more thorough if I'm ever going to get a job?
Had a lovely night at Bracken Edge. Thai/oriental themed night. Won tons, satay chicken, temporah. Went to bed at 9:30. Woke up at 5:30 fully wide awake. Got a Tropicana orange and lime from the fridge, chucked the dog out my room and went back to land of slumber until 9.
Our end of term/year/school party began at The Buck in Rufforth 1992 and can only be recalled as a drug fueled climax to my A levels.
The copse is a smaller wooded bowl just on the border of Wetherby and Kirk Deighton. It is somewhere that youths must've played out there lives for many many years as it is rugged and secluded and out of adult eyes.
I think it was always planned to spend the graduation here. Burning the midnight oil and taking copious amounts of LSD.
I can recall getting 30 trips called 'bullseyes' each bullseye made up 4 trips. Someone else called them targets. Whatever. They had alternating colours in groups of 4 and A and I had 30. I'd sold an Armand Basi to Phil for £60 just to get enough funds for the purchase from our man(Nick). It must've cost us £120 for all 30. Not sure as that seems a tad expensive. Funny how details like that fade.
At this point I'd been taking acid regularly since boxing day 1989, on most weekends, and it was the only drug in my life(including alcohol) and i think it dominated my life.
This was June of 1992 and it was the end of exams and a long summer before Uni in September for the majority of us.
The weather was great. I can recall being sat on the roof of A's white Nissan van, absorbing the last rays of the westerning sun and 'coming up' in the car park of The Buck.
Now i recall it was a split second decision in which we decided to trip at the copse there and then...D, A and me. Like wildfire everyone knew this was the plan.
I can remember the twilight being warm as we set off from the party, picked up tents, sleeping bags, etc.
The thing that is very clear in my memory is the who's who of those that gathered that night. Many acid newbies as well as the generation that had been with me through 1990, 1991 and 1992. When you take acid you need people you could rely on the support whatever trip you happened to be on and I believe I was seen as that person by many of my peers.
The joy and tranquility of that first evening seemed to start a ritual that was to last many days until all acid had run out and all of us had lost our minds.
To this day that week is responsible for the destruction of all fences between us and the end of the last bridge on the Old Railway. They went up in flames to keep us warm in the night. We are responsible for regular vertical posts without any horizontal cross posts on the east section of the lines.
I think it is true what they say: LSD's potency is reduced through successive use. Some tolerance makes the second night almost negligible. Some pathway in the mind cannot be reset in 24hrs so a very distant 2nd trip follows.
There was a certain Robin Hoodness with the green lushness we found in that wood. Even A's Hugo Boss jumper added to the yeoman green of the evening. The swaying of the heads of the barley, in the field that surrounded the east part of the copse that year, held many a shifting pattern that was reimagined by those of us that 'be tripping'. The green was everywhere it made the event feel very natural.
...
When it comes down to it. Between paying bills, boozing, reading, eating food, the never ending journey between Leeds and Wetherby, writing this blog, drinking copious coffees...I feel that that this is all my life amounts to currently. It's so boring. I might as well just work all the time or go back to acid adventures?
Grey Hawk. Pretty hawk. Preying on me. When on the wing you tear me with talons deep.
Oh yes yes. It is I the paping oap with scuffed black six hole shoes. Worn and abraded. With a blond head of hair. Everything is yes it is. Isn't it? Sunday lunch for oap.
Had a lovely night at Bracken Edge. Thai/oriental themed night. Won tons, satay chicken, temporah. Went to bed at 9:30. Woke up at 5:30 fully wide awake. Got a Tropicana orange and lime from the fridge, chucked the dog out my room and went back to land of slumber until 9.
Our end of term/year/school party began at The Buck in Rufforth 1992 and can only be recalled as a drug fueled climax to my A levels.
The copse is a smaller wooded bowl just on the border of Wetherby and Kirk Deighton. It is somewhere that youths must've played out there lives for many many years as it is rugged and secluded and out of adult eyes.
I think it was always planned to spend the graduation here. Burning the midnight oil and taking copious amounts of LSD.
I can recall getting 30 trips called 'bullseyes' each bullseye made up 4 trips. Someone else called them targets. Whatever. They had alternating colours in groups of 4 and A and I had 30. I'd sold an Armand Basi to Phil for £60 just to get enough funds for the purchase from our man(Nick). It must've cost us £120 for all 30. Not sure as that seems a tad expensive. Funny how details like that fade.
At this point I'd been taking acid regularly since boxing day 1989, on most weekends, and it was the only drug in my life(including alcohol) and i think it dominated my life.
This was June of 1992 and it was the end of exams and a long summer before Uni in September for the majority of us.
The weather was great. I can recall being sat on the roof of A's white Nissan van, absorbing the last rays of the westerning sun and 'coming up' in the car park of The Buck.
Now i recall it was a split second decision in which we decided to trip at the copse there and then...D, A and me. Like wildfire everyone knew this was the plan.
I can remember the twilight being warm as we set off from the party, picked up tents, sleeping bags, etc.
The thing that is very clear in my memory is the who's who of those that gathered that night. Many acid newbies as well as the generation that had been with me through 1990, 1991 and 1992. When you take acid you need people you could rely on the support whatever trip you happened to be on and I believe I was seen as that person by many of my peers.
The joy and tranquility of that first evening seemed to start a ritual that was to last many days until all acid had run out and all of us had lost our minds.
To this day that week is responsible for the destruction of all fences between us and the end of the last bridge on the Old Railway. They went up in flames to keep us warm in the night. We are responsible for regular vertical posts without any horizontal cross posts on the east section of the lines.
I think it is true what they say: LSD's potency is reduced through successive use. Some tolerance makes the second night almost negligible. Some pathway in the mind cannot be reset in 24hrs so a very distant 2nd trip follows.
There was a certain Robin Hoodness with the green lushness we found in that wood. Even A's Hugo Boss jumper added to the yeoman green of the evening. The swaying of the heads of the barley, in the field that surrounded the east part of the copse that year, held many a shifting pattern that was reimagined by those of us that 'be tripping'. The green was everywhere it made the event feel very natural.
...
When it comes down to it. Between paying bills, boozing, reading, eating food, the never ending journey between Leeds and Wetherby, writing this blog, drinking copious coffees...I feel that that this is all my life amounts to currently. It's so boring. I might as well just work all the time or go back to acid adventures?
Grey Hawk. Pretty hawk. Preying on me. When on the wing you tear me with talons deep.
Oh yes yes. It is I the paping oap with scuffed black six hole shoes. Worn and abraded. With a blond head of hair. Everything is yes it is. Isn't it? Sunday lunch for oap.
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