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Its not lost on me that I haven’t posted anything here in an absolute age and a half. I’m all too aware of it.

I haven’t been so well for the last couple of weeks. Hey ho.

I’m waiting for the results of another blood test, that I had been putting off, but a few days ago, I had a couple of litres sucked out of my arm.

Ok, it seemed like litres, I didn’t look. I don’t like blood, especially my own if its not deep inside my veins.

The reason I’ve been putting it off is because my regular GP of nearly a dozen years is now on long-term sick leave and getting a blood test meant seeing a brand new doctor.

The new doctor and I didn’t get off to a great start. He took my blood pressure using some fancy automated gizmo and when he checked the reading, the expression on his face told me it wasn’t good.

My mother suffered from high blood pressure, took medication for it and was monitored regularly. With that in mind, I’ve always kept a close eye on mine, and thankfully it has consistently been low, 110/70 which for an oversized, middled-aged smoker is pretty damn good.

The electronic gizmo was showing 170/110, which is not good. Its about as far from good as you can be, its “call an ambulance now” good.

I was incredulous of this reading straight away and told him I’m consistently 110/70, young doctor new guy looked like he going to shit himself. I asked him to take it again with an old style, manual sphygmomanometer.

He had to go find one and I was momentarily left alone, my mind racing to the obvious, yet slim possibility that something changed with my blood pressure.

It could explain why I was feeling so shitty again.

The new doctor guy returned with an old-school blood pressure cuff, quickly wrapped it around my arm then pumped the squeezey ball for all he was worth. As he let the air out and took the reading, his concerned expression relaxed into a very slight grin and I knew it was fine.

And that’s all he said, “its fine”. He didn’t even share the correct, final score with me and I think I know why.

It was 110/70, just like I told him it should and would be.

Doctors don’t like it when you know more than they do, even if it is something as personal as your own damn blood pressure. Especially, younger, inexperienced and insecure doctors, like this one, who I unintentionally put on his back foot.

It would have been easier if he just got it right the first time, but that’s true of just about everything anyone gets wrong, ever.

I told him I had Hashimoto’s and needed to get my thyroid levels checked, though I said “T4 levels” just to be snarky and this time it was intentional. To be fair, this was right after he told me smoking cigarettes was bad for me, like he was the first person to share that particular pearl of wisdom.

“Well, gee whillikers, doc, they’re bad for you? I did not know that. Next you’re gonna tell me unprotected anal sex with crack whores is bad for me! I did not know that, either.”

He asked me what my symptoms were and I told him: breathlessness, like trying to catch your breath on a cold day without any exertion, very occasional, but noticeable heart palpitations, alternating sweats and chills, a big lack of energy and worst of all, my back problems have returned.

When I mentioned my back problem, he looked at me quizzically and I had to explain to him how I was suffering from inflammation in the joints of my spine, which were lighting up nerves in my leg, sciatic really. I had to go to explain that one of the symptoms of Hashimoto’s is inflamed joints as attributed by my regular GP last summer.

All of this started last summer when my back gave out and for around a fortnight I could barely walk. I got over it and haven’t had any real back problems since, just the occasional, isolated twinge, but nothing of any concern.

Until about 2 weeks ago, when I started getting severe pain shooting down my right leg, mainly in bed and bad enough to wake me up. I haven’t really slept more than 3 continuous hours since then, though often I wake up, put an ice pack on my back, or take a horrible codeine pill or both, and go back to sleep.

I saw my chiropractor three times last week, which improved it slightly. Since then, I’ve worked a couple of nights and its become bad again. Sitting in a shitty office chair for 12 hours will do that to you.

And because of the bank holiday weekend, I can’t see my chiropractor again until Tuesday, which is also bad.

Moan, moan, moan, I’m just a big hippy baby.

I left the doctor’s office with a blood test form, with more boxes checked than I ever thought possible, hence the litres of blood extracted. He’s running every test imaginable, which is cool, but he did it out of fear, not because he thought there was anything particularly wrong with me.

He didn’t really answer my question about the possibility of my thyroid levels dropping again, requiring an increase in my daily dose of levothyroxine. I don’t think he knew the answer. I don’t know either, but right now, its my best and only guess.

I was told by my regular (and much missed) GP, that once my dosage was adjusted properly, I would “feel like a new person”. That hasn’t happened yet and I’ve reached the point where I don’t think I ever will.

Yep, all of this has me down. I am bored with having health problems, its tedious always being asked with deep concern “how are you? no really, how are you?” I know people mean it and its not that I don’t appreciate their concern, I just don’t like having to answer it over and over again.

Mainly I’m bored with feeling like shit all the time. Its making me think all sorts of things, like: this is my life now, my best days are behind me, I’ve achieved nothing with my life.

All sorts of uplifting shit, really!

Just check out the title of this post, “Running out the clock”. That’s kind of a downer, isn’t it? Now that you know the context.

That’s how I feel right now, like I am just running out the clock, on those last few decades/years/months/days/hours/minutes/seconds (delete as appropriate) that I have left.

It doesn’t matter if its true, I mean of course its true, its true for everyone, but what matters I guess is that its how I feel right now. And I don’t feel like I have decades or years.

I should point out I have no medical evidence to suggest I am going to die any time soon and in actual fact, rationally I don’t believe I am going to die any time soon. I’m still talking about how I feel.

Emotionally.

Now, this is the part where I’m supposed to remind you (and myself) that I’ve always been a survivor and blah blah, I’ve come through this and I’ve come through that, but again that’s not how I feel.

I feel like I haven’t got any fight left in me, but that’s probably just the Hashimoto’s talking. I really do feel like my energy is zapped most of the time and doing the simplest things takes tremendous amounts of effort.

With that in mind, think how daunting anything complex must seem to me at the moment, like negotiating my way through the NHS to a better diagnosis and treatment.

Either I need a simple adjustment to my thyroid meds or something else is wrong. I can just about cope with another increase in my dosage and the additional tests required, but anything more than that and I don’t think I can be bothered.

Happy days.

I liked it better when I was the king of fun, but if I am going to get nostalgic, I might as well lament over how much I miss my beloved fresh and legal magic mushrooms and I still curse the government for banning them.

What’s the connection? Right now, I would really benefit from a decent, old fashioned shroom trip. An afternoon shroomed to the gills would do more for me than 10 years of psychotherapy ever could. And it would be cheaper, too.

Yep, me again. And no, it’s not the threatened review of my brand new, shiny, lickable and superfast iMac. It’s coming. So is xmas. Xmas will not come first, because as we all know, coming first is rude.

As I was threading my way through the rush hour traffic this morning, struggling to get myself home, I started thinking how much I could really do with get seriously out of my skull.

What I mean is, I could really do with a psychedelic trip that got me totally off my face. I need to see some pretty colours!

I’ve done acid a handful of times, the last time around 10 years ago. I also used to enjoy magic mushrooms, around every week or so. I’ve lost count of the number of shroom trips I’ve had.

Magic mushrooms grow wild all over the UK and a friend of mine would take an annual pilgrimage to the West Country every autumn to collect them. He was always very generous with them and I ended up with a few trips yearly.

Then, in 2003 I discovered that fresh magic mushrooms were available, legally to purchase and consume. I didn’t believe it at first, that you could really buy them that easily. At first, I thought it was some sort of a scam. How wrong I was!

I first ordered them from EDIT my friends who are now the exclusive distributors of my NLH deluxe bong. They arrived the following day and were exactly as described. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I started researching shrooms, learning about different strains, potencies and dosages. With my friend’s West Country shrooms, I never measured them; they were dried and relatively easy to consume, if not totally disgusting.

Fresh shrooms are even nastier, slimy and cold, with the flavour of what I expect the insides of a rotting corpse might taste like. Gross!

I started out on 30 grams of Mexican p-cubes, which is a reasonable, but not overly strong dose – for me anyway. Over the few years I did them regularly, I worked my way up to higher doses, peaking around 55 grams or so.

The trips were amazing, I got to hang out with the mushroom god. Search for him on my site, if you want to know more. Basically, if you eat enough shrooms, the mushroom god visits you and shows you the pretty colours!

Shrooms take a while to hit you. On an empty stomach, it would take 60-90 minutes before feeling the first effects, with a peak reached anywhere from 2-4 hours and lasting for 4-6 hours. It pretty much wasted a whole day, but what way to waste it!

Psychedelic drugs enhance your perception; the simple way to understand it is they make the synaptic nerves in your brain fire faster, giving you more sensory input. Your vision sharpens, as does your hearing which makes music sound amazing. As you get further into your trip, patterns in things swish and swirl, wood grain flows like a river.

On one particularly pleasant trip, on some Colombian p-cubes, right at the point where I peaked, I saw a burst of rainbow colours in the air, in a sun-filled room. It was astoundingly beautiful and completely unexpected. Colombians are apparently known for the colours they produce, but try as I did, I was unable to repeat the experience.

No two trips are exactly alike, which is why I had no chance of repeating my explosion of colour by premeditating it. Shrooms take you on the journey, though I can’t say I really lost any control. Except once…

For my birthday a few years back, I had some Hawaiian shrooms, which are very well known for their ultra-high potency. I had tried them before, electing to experiment with the recommended starter dose of 10 grams. They didn’t do that much for me. Then, I did something stupid, I doubled the dose.

Bad move! I had a seriously strong trip which ended with me hiding under my duvet with my eyes closed for several hours, still seeing a multi-coloured geometric pattern stretched from right in front of me, all the way to infinity. I couldn’t see what my eyes were seeing, I could only “see” what my brain was generating. Kids, I seriously recommend you do NOT try this at home!

A few months after that, the government put fresh magic mushrooms into Class A, which is the same category as coke and smack….the fuckers! In no way are shrooms anywhere near as bad for you as heroin or crack. Used responsibly, they are very safe, good fun!

Thanks to the actions of some stupid tourists, the Dutch have just banned shrooms as well. So much for tolerant Holland! The tourists in question were all drinking as well, but booze had nothing to do with their unfortunate incidents. Sure thing! Booze never causes anyone any trouble, does it?

I think I read that shroom farming is a 14 million pound a year business in Holland. That’s an awful lot of money to be just throwing away. And people will still want their shrooms, they will just have to go underground for them.

I haven’t had any shrooms since the government outlawed them. It’s not because I haven’t had the chance, one can still get them, if one knows where to look – like online! You can still get grow kits from Europe, if you really want some and they’re dead easy to grow. I haven’t had any shrooms because I don’t do Class A drugs and haven’t done since I gave up coke and E’s over 5 years ago.

I still love weed and continue to sample lots of different legal highs, and as of today, I wouldn’t mind something psychedelic. I don’t think I will actively seek anything electric, but should I be offered some shrooms or even a blotter, I would be sorely tempted to accept the universe’s generosity. I could really use a little break from reality right now, I think it would do my mental health a world of good.

I spent a good chunk of yesterday off my face on some Funk Pills. It was a Wednesday, which is just as good as any other day to partake in some legal highs.

I decided to try Funk’s Twisted (Psychedelic Funk) which are supposed to be the trippy ones from their line of party pills.

I took the first capsule around 3pm on an empty stomach, then sat back until the effects began. At around 4pm, just as I was starting to come up from the first one, I took a second.

The high was to be expected from something BZP based – I started feeling up and happy and somewhat euphoric. What I didn’t get was any overwhelming psychedelic effects, just a slight sharpening of my vision.

I think that is my biggest gripe about some of these legal highs, they never deliver the trippy punch that I am seeking. As much as everyone wants them to be shroom replacements, they’re clearly not. I wish they were!

Shrooms were so much better than everything else you could buy legally, they were the best trippy drug I ever enjoyed. I wish they could come back!

The current incarnation of legal highs are good, I’m not knocking them as I do enjoy the high they produce, but they are different from other illegal highs. While comparisons can be made between piperazines and MDMA, they are very distinctive drugs.

At about 6pm yesterday, I took a third pill, which to be honest was a bit more than I needed. It was the usual story, I hadn’t come up enough from the first two, though by 6:15pm, I finally did but I was concerned I might have overdone it. I did, but only as a personal preference.

The third pill I took was a “Big Grin” also from Funk Pills, which has a different blend to the Twisted pills and consequently different effects. The combination was very pleasant; I was quite deeply monged!

I certainly prefer the “Big Grin” to the Twisted pills as the high is much more mind-numbing. Trust me, that’s a good thing.

I peaked around 9 or 10pm and by midnight I was still buzzing. To aid in the comedown, I drank a Dutch hot cocoa (made with a dash of butter and some ground hash) and took a Valerian. By 2am, I was sound asleep.

Today, I feel somewhat lethargic and hungover, which I don’t normally experience, but I’m attributing it to the increased dose and most likely I didn’t drink enough water; though it seemed like I did at the time. I’m sure I’ll be back to normal by tomorrow, but this should explain the somewhat subdued tone this entry has taken.

I need a few spliffs and another good night’s sleep and I’ll be right as rain.

Here’s a quick blast from me before I head off for yet another fun-filled night at work.

The Independent newspaper here in the UK published an interesting article about the current popularity in legal highs. Well duh!

As an early adopter and experimenter with the substances they mention, following the ban on shrooms last summer, I’ve been on the cutting edge of this stuff for ages!

But do they come to ask me for a comment on the world of legal highs?

Do they fuck!

I guess I’m just too expensive for them! This hippy don’t come cheap!

It doesn’t matter, I’m still happy to bring you a link to their article. The main point that mattered to me is that the government has said they see no reason to review the status of any substance currently available. That’s cool.

They also mention my friends at EDIT, who really are at the cutting edge of the market. They were big shroom-sellers up until the ban and they were quick to realise that a market continued for legal, recreational substances and have brought many great products to the UK market.

After this little run of nights, I’ve got some well-deserved time off. Besides wrapping up work on one of my non-hippy related projects, I’m going to be checking out some more new products to review for you. I’m really looking forward to getting off my face all in the interests of improving your life!

What other north London based-hippy has done that for you lately?

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Yo.

Yes, I’m back.

Two days in a row! It’s like all your xmas’s have come at once and Santa Claus is really Jesus and he’s taking you to heaven to live with god for eternity and have nothing but oral sex all the time. Yee-fucking-haw!

Sad bastard that I am, I was dipping into my hippyarchive for a trip down memory lane. I wish it was a real trip, but the government man took away my beloved magic mushrooms last summer, so now I ain’t got nothing psychedelic to savour and enjoy in the privacy of my north London lair.

I know I harp on about this shroom ban, but I do for good reason! I really dug the little fuckers and I miss them very much!

Way back when shrooms were legal and the postman was my dealer and he didn’t even know it; I used to indulge in this little pastime once every week or so. It was good for me.

When shrooms were legal, they were cheap, easy to get, consistently potent and if used with intelligence and knowledge, very safe. Safer than booze any day of the week, but don’t get me started on the legal drugs!

Yes, some people can go crazy if they abuse shrooms without the required information and smarts. But some people go crazy anyway.

Scooobity bee boop!

How many people get beat up, robbed, killed, pregnant, infected, you name it, because of a particularly heavy night in the pub?

Really! Don’t get me fucking started!

When you put it into that context, the ban on shrooms seems even more ridiculous!

The reason I’m feeling so nostalgic about my former favourite legal substance is two fold; firstly my 2nd anniversary of blogging is quickly approaching.

Fuck! Two years of spouting absolute rubbish online and being ignored by the mainstream press, even though I am the one true genius of the 21st century!

Save the celebrations for another day. How about the day? Ok.

And secondly, I was reading some of my early entries and damn if I didn’t wax lyrical endlessly about my total enjoyment of magic mushrooms.

I miss my funny fungus! The mushroom god doesn’t visit me anymore! I’m a man without a religion! Shouldn’t the European Court of Human Rights be defending my right to worship in the manner of my own choosing?

Nothing else available comes even close to the amazingly pleasant pleasure of being monged to the gills on some fresh, potent shroomies! It was like a religion to me.

Well, put it this way, it made me feel closer than ever to actually having any faith in anything in the entire known and unknown universe.

And they took it all away from me, just because they felt like it! The fucking cunts!

Grrrrrrr!

Gimme back my fresh and legal shrooms or I am going to hold my breath until I turn blue! Gimme! Gimmmeeeee!

Gimmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee! Now! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A very typical day for you favourite hippy, I started the week as I mean to finish it, peacefully.

I was up mid-morning, later than usual actually and my first task of the day was plucking a few shrooms from my grow-kit. I’m planning a trip with a friend of mine this weekend, and I’ve got plenty now.

Once I tended my shrooms, I sat down at the PC and did a cost analysis of my growing experience to date. Fresh shrooms cost about 40p per grams, depending upon where you purchase them. You can get them for less, especially if you know where to look or are buying in bulk, but your basic 30gram portion of Mexican p.cubes should cost about 12 quid.

My home grown have cost about 15p per gram, if you include all of my one- off costs. If you subtract the costs that will not be repeated, like the propagator, spray bottle, thermometer, that cost comes down to 7p a gram. Well, I was impressed.

Think about how much drugs cost. I’ve read in the papers that pills are down to a couple of quid each, charlie is now suppose to be fifty a gram. Drugs are expensive, and they fuel the black economy. My shrooms only fuel me and they are really cheap.

I like producing my own drugs. I think it’s cool. If I had the space I would have an indoor garden to grow weed as well. If we ever move house, I think an indoor growth space should be a requirement. We’ll have to see what Mrs. hippy thinks about that. With the warm, humid summer we had last year, perhaps I should consider a couple of plants outside.

After tending the shrooms, I read the papers online. There wasn’t anything too exciting or interesting, a slow news day.

Then it was a quick spin up to my local high street. I went into M&S, which I don’t do very often. I needed a pair of trousers and they seem to have the most choice for the short, fat, middle-aged hippy that wants to create the illusion of respectability. I bought a decent pair of trousers, with loads of pockets for 32 quid, which is not bad because M&S clothing is durable, they will last me a while.

I also picked up a few bits in the food shop, though they are always out of fresh chocolate milk, whenever I go. My younger brother raves about it regularly and I would like to try it, see if his praise is justified.

Then it was back home to relax and prepare for my interview tomorrow morning. I recorded the programme that I could be working on, it’s not something I normally watch. I’m not going to say much more about it. If the job is staff, it better pay well, because the show was dire.

I’m going into this interview cold. A friend and former colleague recommended me for this position; I followed up with an email. Within an hour, my prospective employer’s assistant rang to arrange the interview. I didn’t ask her any questions, I figured I could wait to see her boss. Maybe he will be my boss too.

My gut tells me they are desperate, whether it’s freelance or staff. I could be starting fairly soon, in no time at all I could be back to work for real. Or they could hate me and think I am a total twat, stranger things have happened. Who knows? I’ll find out the score when I see this guy in the morning.

I can feel the hippy lifestyle slipping away from me as I come closer to securing gainful employment. That’s not a bad thing, especially the knock-on effect it will have on my finances, but there is a small part of me that will always want to remain barefoot and high.

I’ve noticed the time, it’s just gone midnight, north london-time. I missed out making an entry on Monday and this one doesn’t count, even if I started writing it at 11:50pm, it will be posted on Tuesday. That means I’ll be back later to write some more. It’s late and I want to watch episode 5×4 of The Sopranos, which I downloaded today. Who wants to wait for E4?

It’s Monday morning, and I could have used a bit more sleep really, especially considering the day I have ahead of me today. I’m not unrested, but I could have benefitted from sleeping later. I went to bed at about 2am last night, set my alarm for noon, but woke up at 8am. Don’t know why, well maybe I do.

The Israelis killed Sheik Yassin with a missile. He was the spiritual leader of Hamas. He was in jail for many years, but released a few years ago when the peace process in the mideast appeared to be moving forward. His death today is going to have a very serious effect on the stability of the region. Expect major retaliation and revenge against Israeli for this, they’re saying Ariel Sharon personally approved the operation. I’m not going to argue whether they were right to assasinate him or not, it really doesn’t matter. Now that he is dead, there’s going to to be a whole new level of shit there. I’m watching live coverage of a huge his funeral in Gaza right now – showing tens of thousands of very angry people. It’s not going to take long before it all kicks off.

I spent the day off my face on magic mushrooms yesterday. I’ve mentioned them before as it is a fairly recent hobby of mine. If you check my very first blog entry, there are several links to sites you may wish to visit for more information. They have been used by people for thousands of years and have a very strong effect.

I’ve taken acid a couple of times and I have to say I much prefer magic mushrooms. They are natural, easier on your system and there is no real comedown. From what I have read, you would need to consume your own weight in shrooms for them to be toxic, so physically they are fairly safe, as long as you know what you are taking.

I’ve never picked them in the wild and wouldn’t know how to spot them anyway. All the shrooms I have had were farmed, either in Holland or here in the UK. You can order them on the net, many headshops sell them, the markets in Camden and Portobello road also have stalls which sell them.

I purchased a grow kit a few weeks ago to produce my own. It’s amazingly simply, you just take the lid off the take-away style container, put it someplace slightly warm and spray it with water twice a day. The shrooms grow very quickly, I’m nearly finished with my third flush in as many weeks.

In their fresh and natural state, the mushrooms are 100% legal, the companies who sell them had this point clariifed by the Home Office in writing. They become a class “A” substance when you intentionally dry them, so its best to keep them fresh.

They are also more potent when they are fresh, though you have to consume a fair bit to get the really wild effects. I took a reasonably large dose on Sunday, but at this point I am quite experienced and know what to expect.

I always make sure I am in a safe, secure place when I trip on shrooms, physically and mentally. Evything that needs doing around the house gets done before I start. I’ve recently discovered that it is more enjoyable to trip during daylight hours, as the natural light makes things look better, so I ingested the shrooms at about 2pm.

As I hate the taste, I threw the shrooms into my blender with some juice and turned it into smoothie. It tasted absolutely foul, but I managed to gulp it down quickly. Then I sat down and smoked a spliff.

People can sometimes feel a bit of nausea when they eat shrooms, but this passes quickly and a joint at this stage helps minimize this feeling. Within about 15 minutes, I could feel them begin to kick in. Like any drug experience, it is a bit hard to describe, but I will try.

At first, it is almost a bit speedy, like you just had ten cups of espresso. You start to feel happy, almost euphoric, something definitely changes in your brain. Within about 30 minutes, the visual effects begin. It starts with perceiving light differently, you may notice a sudden increase in brightness on the edges of your vision, as if someone was shining a torch at you. Colours increase in brightness and intesity, your vision becomes sharper and more crisp. At this point, you might also notice things moving or breathing slightly. Patterns begin to emerge in the textures of fabric, my cat’s fur breathes as well.

Now, what’s happening in your brain is that the drug is making your neural synapses fire a bit quicker, meaning your brain is receiving more information than is really there, its almost a state of hyper-reality. Your mind can race, flitting from one topic to another. I find myself trying to not think, and just experience what’s going on around me.

Music takes on a distinctly different quality, sounding crisper, fuller with more seperation between the individual tracks. You may experience sound as a physical sensation. It it really a lovely feeling.

Once I am peaking, I like to lose myself in music video channels. When you discover a new song or video while under the influence of shrooms, it can amazing, yesterday was no exception. I heard several songs for the first time, which really impressed me.

The first was from a band I’ve never heard of before, called Rasmus. The song, entitled “In The Shadows” is a hard-edged, rock-pop song and very catchy. The video is an expensive, well directed piece, and is sure to grab your attention. I don’t know anything about the band, but keep an eye out, I expect it to sell well.

The next one I discovered is the latest single from N.E.R.D, called “She Wants to Move” and it blew my mind. I’ve read about N.E.R.D before, but never really paid attention. This song rocks! It’s got a great fusion of beats, funny, nasty lyrics and some wicked guitar. I am down with these guys, I could do business with them! I’m downloading, I mean purchasing this one from my local high street retailer today!

The third song that grabbed me is the latest offering from Outkast. I’ve had the Speakerbox/The Love Below for sometime, and I have been hooked on Dre3000’s disc. “Hey Ya” is as close to perfection as a single gets. I hadn’t really given Big Boi’s side that much time, but I heard “The Way You Move” properly and was blown away. The horns are very retro, 70s, Earth, Wind and Fire style and it is a very smooth slick sound. It’s another winnder. Those Outkast guys are very talented, they first caught my attention with Stankonia a couple of years ago. It deserves all the acclaim its received.

The other general observation I came away with yesterday after watching several straight hours of music videos is that they want everyone to be a cool black guy, pimp daddy. Every video seems to be showing me that all the cool black guys have all the fun. This is hard to explain, but if you watch, a common theme emerges from all these videos. They say, “I’m a cool black guy, I’m rich, I know how to dance, I know how to party. All the sexy, hotties want to get down with me. If you pay attention, I can show you how, just like this. Break it down!” Watch a bit, you will see what I mean.

Anyway, that was my day on Sunday, totally monged off my face on strong magic mushrooms. Its not for everyone, but I surely do like it!

Believe it or not, I have a job interview today. A real one, for some freelance work with a very large corporation. I’m trying not to be nervous, but the fact is, this is the first real interview I’ve had since I left my last job. Yikes!

It’s going to be informal, I am meeting the guy for a coffee this afternoon. I’ve been in touch with him for nearly six months, waiting for an opening. Finally, last week, he told me there was the chance of loads of work with him. I am very encouraged by this, but not counting my chickens just yet.

I still don’t know when the job might start, what the hours will be, how many days a month I will get, and how much it will pay. Its a senior position, so the money should be decent and the hours shouldn’t be too bad. I’m hoping that it will be full-time or fairly close to that, as I really need some money.

I’m going to have to wrap this up now, I’ve to go try on my suit and see if it still fits. This hippy doesn’t dress-up very often and its a very long time since I’ve worn it. If it doesn’t fit, I’m going to have to make a quick run up to the high street and hope to find something in my size.

Stay cool, stay groovy, ride the vibe.