Redeye wrote:Well to tell a funny story I have a old mate....lets call him Chris
I remember that like it was yesterday! Flash back sequence....... wobbly lines....... wobbly lines!
It was a rainy & cold, late September morning. Me & my now X girlfriend collected said "Chris" from my friends flat to take him on his first ever mushy picking expedition on top of a cold hill/mountain [The Stiperstones]
"Which is a realy cool drive up in my mini, Get In-Sit Down-Hold On-& Shut Up"
On arriving at our spot, we parked up & observed these old age hippies collecting there mushy's. We sat & giggled at them for a while then after they had gone we got on with our picking session. It was cold wet & freezing, I had water running from my nose & I lost the fealing in my fingers but its all for a good cause!! I kept telling myself.
I think between me & my miss's we half filled a carrier bag, Chris got a bit less as he kept asking me "Is this one? Is that one?" Rain soaked & shivering we left for the warm comforts of my friends flat, which was going to be our place for consuming our consignment of mushy's. Me & my X decided to go back home to change into dry cloths & aquire supplies for the trip into wonder land later that night. My friend his flat mate & flat mates girlfriend decided to go for supplies & try to aquire some mushrooms of the magic variatey as well. Chris was left on his own in my friends flat whilst we all went to prepair.... Bad Idea!
My X girlfriend & me took a bit longer than we had expected [nudge nudge, wink wink] We finaly got back to the flat to find just my friend his flate mate & his girlfriend there. No Chris to be seen anywhere!!
So I asked my friend what was up?
He said that whilst everyone was out, Chris couldnt resist the urge to make himself a bru. So having never ever taken mushy's before he took SIX handfulls of mushy's out of his carryer bag & boiled them up! ( I estimate that to be about 4-500 mushy's, first timers IMHO need 1-200 for a good trip ) He then had FOUR cups of tea as he didnt feal the effects straight away. That was about all the info my friend could get out of him, he then went on to say that when they got back they found him insainly jumping arround the living room shouting " I am No. 1..... You are No. 2" & " I am God I am God " he was also throwing the super nes cartridges at the sealing & laughing like a good un!
My friend got a bit annoyed at this so they put him in the car to take him home, on the way he was scaring the crap out of the flatmates girlfriend & covering my friends eye's whilst he was driving.... they pulled over to let him out & he jumped straight on the bonnet of the car & proceded to jump up & down. My friend didnt find it funny so he drove off with Chris on the bonnet then stamped on the brakes to get him off! He then ran off into a field Shouting " I am God.... I am No. 1 " then proceded to take his cloths off. He was last seen running around the field in just his trousers. The farmer who owned the field had heard the rukas & got his shot gun to come out & look! He souted over to my friends that he had called the police, they tried to get Chris back in the car but they were fighting a loosing battle! As they had drugs on them, they decided to leave Chris in the field & flee! ( a little harsh, but what could they do? )
The next morning after our trip, we heard that Chris had been picked up by the police & spent Six hours in the cells tripping his nuts off!!! LMMFARO
Ah the good old days!
