A few years ago
at Brighton Racecourse, the Valve Soundsystem were playing. It was an all-nighter and having been to work all day, I decided I would need a "sharpener" to pick me up in the small hours. At the last minute, my mate let me down, so I thought fuck it and went on my own. Now, I don't do a lot of drugs, but when it's an all-nighter or similar party, it's rude not to, right?
Anyway... Anyone who has ever experienced the Valve Soundsystem will know of it's awesome power in the bass / sub-bass department. Seriously makes you think your internal organs are dancing.
I'd only been drinking since I finished work and didn't think anything of it until around 2am when I felt myself flagging a bit.
Remembering the pills I had stashed in a sock (I'm always a bit paranoid) and in my slightly pissed-up state I managed to accidentally bang two down my throat instead of just the one. Around 2:30ish I remember having the biggest rush I think I've ever had. This was quickly followed by my immediate need to get to the toilet.

Within seconds of the cubicle door being slammed shut behind me, I painted the place. I was just about able to focus on things and had a really nice warm feeling. Apart from the feeling I was going to chunder again. Then the smell hit me. I focussed. Then I realised that the cubicle I'd gone in to was available only because at some stage the toilet had become blocked.
I can only assume that others at the gathering were in a similar state to me, because it hadn't seemed to have bothered them either. The toilet was literally overflowing with shit, piss, and finally, like a cherry on a trifle, my puke.
When I realised this I was sick again. More tactfully, hitting just the floor. After a while I went back out to the main arena where I positioned myself in front of the bass bins, sat down and smoked a cigarette. I don't know how long I was there for, but one of the bouncers came up to me and asked (in fact shouted) if I was alright. I gave him the thumbs up and he looked at me again. This time he was touching his top lip and gesturing towards me. I touched my top lip, looked at my hand and it was covered in blood.
The "warm feeling" that had enveloped half of my face was in fact my blood. Just trickling from my nose. The bass was so savage my nose had started to bleed. Possibly hours earlier.

On the Monday I went to see the doctor about a throat problem and he said that I'd "burnt" it somehow. I said that "for some reason" I was vomiting over the weekend and he said that the stomach acid has burnt my throat. As for the nosebleed, well... That was my fault too.
( vulga is a foul mouthed cunt, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 11:53, Reply)