mushroom omelette surprise

Sunday 23rd December 1984

Meet Tom at Weekender for lunch and have ‘special’ omelette, 40B, and receive a hefty dose of psylocybins. Felt very flushed after 40 minutes, and spent the rest of the day in a wow-eee blur of perceptual distortions. The minutiae of my surroundings became fascinating; a girls skin covered in visible capillaries, green sky, blue palms. Very difficult to talk sense. Spend hours watching the waves come in! Wow - look at that one. Half the camp are spacey, a crazy game of volleyball is played, and a palm tree is painted with a fluorescent Santa.

My beach hut Weekender Chalets

Plans are made to buy Moma and the girls presents for Christmas. Tom and I cannot think of anything suitable from the Christmas concerts - besides Tom can’t sing. Watch Pink Floyd The Wall in the evening. Play backgammon for banana pancakes. Lose sixteen pancakes. The air is sour with marijuana, which seems to be part of the hospitality, crash out in Tom's pad somewhat out of my mind.