'His mums' Every time I read that, I burst out laughing. Something I missed in my youth, was shroom picking [and eating]. There's no way I'd do anything like that now, I'd end up pulling my own nose off or something...
Another fun tale of British youth, fantastic, Sir!
Tbh I got there before the punchline because I used to be the “standby painter” on Taggart for a while. In a tangential vain, the crew were filming a long shot from the pier as our box van sailed off on the ferry, the three of us were fleein with Charlie blow and a lot of bevy. The van had “Aid for Romania” emblazoned all over it, of course some Romanians, probably the only ones in Scotland, came up to thank us for our kind efforts. I would have preferred the polis as excepting there heartfelt gratitude was , painful. Obviously when they left we cracked up which lasted for weeks, until the wrap party.
I really enjoyed this one, light and airy which we all need now and again. It took me back to a place and time which is, in my opinion, the objective of story telling. I love the details, the pink connies being a case in point.
Definitely agree about the hippie fucktards at the gatherings in Totnes tiresome trustafarians fake as fuck and boring you constantly with tales of false bravado and mystic bollocks
I went picking a few times on Dartmoor with varying degrees of success went to a few party’s with girlfriends in and around Totnes who always said be yourself and when I was didn’t understand why the crusties didn’t take to me, made me laugh, these bores offering me DMT and various other South America sacred herbs me gobbling them up and baffling the fuck out of them in conversation then listening to the sounds and dancing so ferociously that I was avoided like the plague/Covid!
Happy days.
Thanks for the words appreciated, stay well and keep storytelling you are wonderful at it.
Lovely to read! my favorite lines were "Stuart was also there. (🤣) Nondescript, few of his own opinions" and "Stuart’s sartorial aesthetic was similarly sourced, but without an eye for style, the look suffered." 🤣🤣🤣 beautiful alliteration
Mar 1, 2022·edited Mar 1, 2022Liked by Chris Dangerfield
Great story Chris! Made me chuckle. Having lived in both Devon and London you paint the picture well. Loved the days of taking magic shrooms and being outside in nature as a teenager. 🍄
Visceral, poignant and heart warming all at once. Nice work Chris!
'His mums' Every time I read that, I burst out laughing. Something I missed in my youth, was shroom picking [and eating]. There's no way I'd do anything like that now, I'd end up pulling my own nose off or something...
Another fun tale of British youth, fantastic, Sir!
Wonderful tale of youthful, degenerate lo-jinx. The bum fungus imagery will sadly live with me for a while.
Tbh I got there before the punchline because I used to be the “standby painter” on Taggart for a while. In a tangential vain, the crew were filming a long shot from the pier as our box van sailed off on the ferry, the three of us were fleein with Charlie blow and a lot of bevy. The van had “Aid for Romania” emblazoned all over it, of course some Romanians, probably the only ones in Scotland, came up to thank us for our kind efforts. I would have preferred the polis as excepting there heartfelt gratitude was , painful. Obviously when they left we cracked up which lasted for weeks, until the wrap party.
I really enjoyed this one, light and airy which we all need now and again. It took me back to a place and time which is, in my opinion, the objective of story telling. I love the details, the pink connies being a case in point.
Good work young man. AndyMac.
That was a nice…I was there feeling the trippy doom as consequences entered you psychedelic being.
Enjoyed it as always
Definitely agree about the hippie fucktards at the gatherings in Totnes tiresome trustafarians fake as fuck and boring you constantly with tales of false bravado and mystic bollocks
I went picking a few times on Dartmoor with varying degrees of success went to a few party’s with girlfriends in and around Totnes who always said be yourself and when I was didn’t understand why the crusties didn’t take to me, made me laugh, these bores offering me DMT and various other South America sacred herbs me gobbling them up and baffling the fuck out of them in conversation then listening to the sounds and dancing so ferociously that I was avoided like the plague/Covid!
Happy days.
Thanks for the words appreciated, stay well and keep storytelling you are wonderful at it.
Lovely to read! my favorite lines were "Stuart was also there. (🤣) Nondescript, few of his own opinions" and "Stuart’s sartorial aesthetic was similarly sourced, but without an eye for style, the look suffered." 🤣🤣🤣 beautiful alliteration
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Another good read Chris. I like how this was was light-hearted.
Not bad actually, was always going to be hard to top your previous one. I'll comment cause I know it helps the rankings in substuck. Keep it up !
Nice one Mr Dangerfield, gave me a good laugh.
Could only happen to you,😁
Great story Chris! Made me chuckle. Having lived in both Devon and London you paint the picture well. Loved the days of taking magic shrooms and being outside in nature as a teenager. 🍄
We've all had those days that make you smile a decade later, funny how life sometimes laughs at your expense,
Wherever you may stray, Boney M will be there for you.
Camping after August is not as nice. The chill begins to creep into the night air.