I first took Welsh magic mushrooms when I was 20 years old. It was the year 2000 and I was woken up in my first floor flat by the sound of a Mark Three Ford Escort doors slamming shut. I only had to glance out the window to see some friends with bags of freshly picked Welsh magic mushrooms. My world was about to be turned upside down. People were going to take their trips at different times, and I should have waited for the later mushroom tea. But I was eager to try, so I was told that it was a good thing that I hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast, it’s always considered to be better to take mushrooms on an empty stomach. My empty stomach was soon to be introduced to more than what Terence McKenna would refer to as a heroic dose of magic mushrooms. Instead of drinking 15 grams of fresh mushrooms with some fruit juice, and having a nice introduction to the world of psychedelics, we stewed hundreds of mushrooms into a thick jelly (mixed with soil and grass) and served it in half pint measures. Half-a-pint of this magical jelly juice was well over the five grams of dried mushrooms—75 grams of fresh mushrooms—that is considered to be a heroic dose. I was told to down all the gloopy mixture as quickly as possible as to avoid the bad taste. It was to be a brutal experience; one which I’ll never forget.
The members of the Intellectual Dark Web have declared the start of a new era of utilising modern technological communication for the exchange of advanced cultural ideas. If you are unaware of this group of intelligentsia who are currently brainstorming seminars, lectures, debates, and YouTube channels everywhere then you should put your thinking cap on and get involved.
On the face of it, my newest musical release would seem like an obvious two stiffened middle fingers aimed directly at the President of the United States of America, but nothing is ever quite that simple.
Sometimes, I find that I love my own poverty too much, and it never fails to fill me with shame.
Philip May married the future 81st Prime Minister of the UK, then Theresa Brasier, on September 6th, 1980, at the Church of St. Mary the Virgin in Wheatley, Oxfordshire. They had been introduced to each other by the late Prime Minister of Pakistan, Benazir Bhutto, during a Conservative Party student disco at Oxford University.
Are you angrier than you’ve ever been before? Then join the revolution! The time is now to claim your own piece of the pie and not to end up chomping on dry crust again. Your hands should be shaking with rage. You should throw your phone at the floor and scream. “Fuck the consequences!” Then spontaneously explode.