While Duncan's in mind (the companion piece is the posting just below), see him in the present flesh in this documentary Rush: Drugs Uncovered. Fascinating to me as I've never once taken a non-prescription drug, even when a certain Sunday Times journalist pinned me to the ground at a party and attempted to rub coke onto my gums. He failed of course.
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Bejaysus! The shamelessness of it!
Does Duncan do drugs now? If he could just confirm, then I'll contact Scotland Yard.
Dorian Fallowell looking very youthful. I was expecting a grey-haired wreck. Now we know why he isn't.
<< Fascinating to me as I've never once taken a non-prescription drug >>
Bravo, chéri. The only time I smoked pot, I instantly fell deeply asleep for 12 hours. I thought the experiment wasn't worth the money and I went back to good ol' booze.
Yes, I'm partial to the odd glass of sherry which can be quite intoxicating on an empty stomach. I suppose if sherry could be condensed to powder and "snorted" it would be sexier.
This all seems a bit Brideahead to me. Isn't Duncan posh? I had no idea. I've smoked weed for 40 years (cop shop two doors down) and it's not done me any jsidfidfvbvfdhuovfhovhovho
Makes you proud to be English!
In the second half of one's life,as the faculties wane and wisdom waxes, the great objective is not efflorescence but clarity.
Duncan
Posh is the new black
Didn't you once call Fallowell a rampant tart? I now see what you mean.
And them what saw rhinoceroses climbing out of the River went on to design the BBC hippopotamuses swimming in circles circles circles circles. I beg your pudding. Something I smoked in the Summer of Love made me think this. All together now ...
This is typical of the Western infidel's addiction to intoxicants.
Allah says: "Satan’s plan is to sow hatred and enmity amongst you with intoxicants and gambling, and to hamper you from the remembrance of Allah and from prayer. Will you not give up?"
Drugs are Haraam. It is necessary to abstain from them. They ruin people’s lives physically, mentally, morally and spiritually. If anyone is involved with drugs they should stop immediately and seek help.
Eighty lashes for the evil-doer.
Acid's not like it was. You can't get a decent trip for love nor money.
I can see how one would try drugs seeking experiences that are beyond their normal senses, but I've always had the perception it is people that have a lot of trouble getting high on life on their own - kind of like drf's account of not "seeing" the rhinos or is it hippos?.
At least the people I know that do or have done drugs/abused alcohol are usually very uptight before a glass of wine to say the least (for instance, no one can get them to the dance floor before their first drink and you can tell it is that they feel self-conscious and/or inadequate about themselves) and they're the kind of people that need to be "encouraged" to tryout (other) things.
I do enjoy the initial buzz of a spiced drink, but beyond that, I'd rather get high on adrenaline. Give me a good laugh, fun/exciting physical activity (or yes, sex) or a story well told to get my mind flying high.
ox
p.s: and yes, drf looks gorgeous in that clip; talk about taking the concept of ageing graciously to a whole other level!
What twaddle that taking drugs is compensation for inadequate reality. In the 60s it was about exploration and courage and fantasy and love and excitement and daring to go beyond the end of the street. The stuffy old bores were the 50s follk to be escaped, transcended. Ox is a prude and an ignoramus. People like Duncan were brave and wonderful - stop pissing on it, you crummy mediocrities.
The cutting in the film is unclear. My point about the rhinos etc was that even on LSD I could always tell the difference between hallucinations and the reality from which they emerged - and Percy couldn't.
I love the teacher that wanted to murder the pupil
A whole body of literature has grown out of the opiates school and I include alcohol. Opiates break down formal structures, open doors for the subsconscious and its explosive associations between what we call life and emotion. Much of what is produced under this influence is not worth reading - "just typing" as the drunk Capote once put it - but a small fraction takes us to new places and is simply wonderful. Talent and an iron constitution help.
I'm intrigued that Madame was pinned to the ground by a Sunday Times person. Is it too much to ask for a name?
@ Surfpup,
I usually say upfront when I'm an ignoramus about a subject, but on this one I am speaking (if you may read again) of people I know who have used recreational drugs, beyond the "let me see what this is like" phase. You try it, sit to watch your lava lamp or fish thank, go wow and giggle and then come back to earth; not keep doing it every time you can put your hands on it at the expense of everything else in your life.
Prudes like me will continue to piss on it for as long as there are ignoramus like you who have only heard or read about it and keep romanticising the ugliest part of that era that affected so many who started "exploring" with drugs and ended up losing their lives literally and figuratively.
The prude.
Do you think he'd been susceptible to some lubricious suggestions?
To achieve at least one hallucinatory effect I suggest readers pour a glass of wine and then click the video twice so that it opens in a new window. This will start the video on Arcati and then automatically on YouTube about two seconds later: two Duncans and one echo. Now sip your wine, a potent Franciscan Cabernet Sauvignon Napa Valley, perhaps. There, you have your druggy experience. It's amusing if nothing else and requires giving no money indirectly to an international drugs crime cartel.
Who is that yukprude chanting the song The Sixties Were To Blame For Humanity's Failings? Life is imperfect, mate. Does that mean we have to hide behind our closed doors never risking the boundaries of anything?
He'd BE susceptible I meant . . . my trembling nervous first-timer hands . . .
Who's the "he", Minge?
Duncan
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@Surfpup
Take your own advice, mate. Life is imperfect, therefore you face it and work it out; you don't drown yourself in a stupor to avoid it. The sixties happen to be my favourite most recent era, not the ridiculous eighties, when you probably learned everything you think you know about those days and wished you'd been there. So, don't attribute to me your own views and fears.
MA darling, it wasn't me who posted that website - I would have signed my post if only just to get Surfpup's diapers in a twist.
ox
Ox by name, ox by nature
btw Duncan,
I'm not lumping you in that group: I understood you were saying your pal had gone over the edge with the rhinos while you were still aware of your surroundings. I used your anecdote as an example because often the people I'm talking about are reluctant to step out of their reality's boundaries without handing out control to these substances, rather than to the situation itself. To feel awkward, if you will, and not want to play unless you can say you were under the influence.
That's prudish me again...;-*
btw Duncan,
I'm not lumping you in that group: I understood you were saying your pal had gone over the edge with the rhinos and you were still aware of your surroundings. I used your anecdote as an example because often the people I'm talking about are reluctant to step out of their reality's boundaries without handing out control to these substances, rather than to the situation itself. To feel awkward, if you will, and not want to play unless you can say you were under the influence.
That's prudish me again.
What's she wittering on about now?
Ah, the Cadena Café . . . and Kunzel cakes . . .
Where's Duncan's Lady Nazi video? I think we should see it.
What an advert for depravity this man is!
Dear Madame Arcati
I have to thank you particularly for this post as on the strength of it a) a long-lost friend called Fenella has contacted me, and b) this afternoon someone put a letter through my letter-box inviting me to a gang-bang in the next street. I've declined the latter - a threesome is as much as I can be bothered with these days - but it's nice to know one's wanted and I might pop round with a bunch of flowers later. It's Marshall's Global Village after all.
with best wishes, Duncan Fallowell
Dear Duncan
How lovely about Fenella. Not Fenella Fielding one hopes. Saw her at Alt Miss Universe and concluded she could benefit from some of MJ's meds.
Do you think the gang bang invitation has something to do with Madame Arcati? Around here all I get is invitations to sign petitions against wheelie bins. If others have noted a spike in their sex life as a result of inclusion on this site, do let me know. Perhaps I'll be invited back on the BBC World Service to talk about it. That's if the fucking host can recall who I am of course (a private joke).
Best
MA x
No, not Fenella Fielding. I don't think she goes out any more.
Well, she was queening it at Alt Miss Universe. Have never forgetten that dreadful play she starred in as the Duchess of Windsor who apparently murdered loads of Windsors.
Oh yes, sorry, I overlooked that in your post. Well I'm glad she's still treading the boards. I never really knew FF and once made the mistake of mentioning Joan Greenwood in her presence. Darling Joan G - it would be wonderful if you could find a clip of Joan in interview as opposed to in film. She was so amusing, so husky old-school smart. Best, Duncan F
Joan Greenwood. Another queen. I'm onto it.
The drug rap: once went to a dinner in Notting Hill where the hostess had burned the joint, so forced everyone to snort heroin and provided individual waste paperbakets for her guests to vomit into. I didn't see any rhinos.
Cary Grant took acid
By the way, while we're going backwards, I'm watching Passport to Pimlico right night - hitting pause to hit on you - and there's a whole kettle of familiar faces, not least of which is your own Margaret Rutherford. Just heard one of the greatest movie lines of all time in it - must impart! 'We are English! and always were English! and it's just because we're English that we're sticking up for our right to be Burgundian!'
As ever, Duncan F
What sort of joint? Leg of lamb or home-grown?
I'm going back to Passport To Pimlico now - then I'm going to drop those flowers off round the corner. You never know . . . some exhausted mec may want a neck-rub . . .
Personally I believe that only the only true drug experiences are with LSD and anything else is an affectation and indulgence..well perhaps peyote can be allowed.
I've had many a religious experience on LSD and I can truly say that I have discovered the Meaning of Life on an acid trip and I can remember the very day it happened. The problem is I can't remember what the Meaning of Life was after the acid wore off.
Also my first experience on LSD was the first time I heard Sargent Pepper's Lonely Hearts album and all truth is hidden within that album but sadly-on subsequent trips it's obvious that engineers removed that truth from later editions of the album.
I once snorted coke with that Laugh-In girl who was married to Burt Reynolds at the opening of Dai Llewelyn's Bennetts in Battersea but it's a horrible drug. Yuk.
I also encountered Michael Winner in Hyde Park once when I was tripping and it's not a recommended experience and the next time I saw him he looked exactly the same.
I was also sent to an 78 year old Swiss psychiatrist when I was 17 after my mother discovered I had dropped acid but all we talked about were our experiences on the drug-he was an avid user and I was quite jealous as he appeared to have far better hallucinations than I.He also pronounced me sane and my mum refused to pay the bill.
LSD has never had a long lasting effect upon me and sex is sensational on acid-not that I can remember much about it.
Veritas, did we ever meet? I didn't do sex as such while on a trip but once came seven times in a night on some weak acid - never exceded that number of orgasms in 24 hours - nor tried to!
Duncan
Tabernak, this thread is truly hilarious. I particularly like Veritas's "I can't forget, but I don't remember what", as Leonard Cohen might say.
I informed Scotland Yard about Duncan but they said they were too busy with other things. Isn't that typical?
I can't remember what kind of joint the Notting Hill hostess destroyed .... all I remember is the vomiting sounds of 'splatter splatter' all night long.
The last time I saw 'the late' Fenella Fielding was on the tube. It was a very hot day and her melting face make-up was dripping off her chin.
Veritas - Jim Anderson of Oz, and Oz trial, fame is now living in Sydney. Look him up and compare your Michael Winner horror stories.
"I've had many a religious experience on LSD and I can truly say that I have discovered the Meaning of Life on an acid trip and I can remember the very day it happened. The problem is I can't remember what the Meaning of Life was after the acid wore off"
Oh, too precious! Talk about perfect movie lines!
Veritas, you have to copyright this. If they read it, I can see Sasha Baron Cohen, Ben Stiller, Jim Carrey or any of those other knucklehead comedians using it in their next project. It will be called "Peace, I'm a Moron". At least you'll profit from that one. Get to work, fast!
Duncan, I found the same thing with my exploratory forays into the world of hallucinogens. I found the whole experience totally unfulfilling and pointless in comparison to my own imagination when sober. Give me a fresh carton of L&B and a cuppa and I'm on a different planet, writing or sketching away. Cannabis? Bored off my tits surrounded by a bunch of giggling idiots. Nicotine and caffeine all the way!
Dear Fish - I have to disagree with you. I found my acid trips thrilling and wonderful. But I always knew the difference between hallucination and reality. Best, Duncan
Why flowers? That's very sweet, but wouldn't it be more welcome if you take something to drink and/or munchies?
I don't think I've met you Duncan/DRF as I've never been to an orgy in Oxford (mores the pity).
I feel I slightly know you though as I've just read 'Going As Far As I Can' which I thoroughly enjoyed and I feel it's set me up nicely for a trip I have to make there to see an uncle with dementia who my brother informed the other day is an old queen, something I never knew !
so the famous Jim Anderson is in Sydney anon!. Funny-I just watched Richard Neville on television.He calls himself a 'futurist' and he look like he's never taken a drug in his and life but should have. In fact, he reminds me very much of Joyce Grenfell. I'm sure he's modeled himself on her.
I'm assuming it was Michael Winner I saw in the park that day but perhaps it was an apparition, I'll track down Anderson and see what he says.What fun.
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