SLADE ~ READING FESTIVAL 1980 ~ remastered fm

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I was here. First festival I went to. Slade filled in for Ozzy who wasn't ready yet with his new band after leaving Sabbath. I was blessed to witness the return of the greatest live band of all time. Slade.
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Legal highs/Research Chemicals 2

Before the UK legislation of 2015 each drug or substance was treated separately using a questionable class system. Heroin, cocaine etc being class A, cannabis I believe was then class B and an incredibly dangerous drug, Valium was class C. And each substance had to be specified with the legal consequences for possession and supply. Yet for example with the benzodiazepine family, during their development, numerous other similar drugs were created and never put in to production. Consequently flourazepam, diclazepam and all the others that were chemically very close were in fact legal.

Further to these already synthesised compounds chemists were now making subtle chemical modifications to MDMA producing another family of chemicals that were targeted at and sold to those who enjoyed taking ecstasy. Another substance that found wide popularity, and the first to be banned was mephadrone. Here was a drug cheaper and given the poor quality cocaine at the time that became very popular. Once this became illegal chemists began changing molecules to create a whole plethora of cathenones of varying quality. This race between the law makers and the chemists created something of a race to the bottom as with the safer substances becoming unavailable, chemists created less tested and more dangerous stimulants. Another family of stimulants were the phenidates from the same family as Ritalin, methylphenidate. Ethylphenidate was legal and incredibly powerful yet highly corrosive. The rush from it intravenously trumped even meth amphetamine but burned the veins from the inside. Some lost limbs, some died. More concentrated even were the 4f methyl and ethylphenidates. Experimenters used to poor quality cocaine could trigger a heart attack with a similar sized line to that they may have chopped out on a weekend. These research chemicals were often of such high purity they were dangerous from that alone.

Fortunately for some researchers online forums sprung up where people could anonymously report and share advice. A surprising number had a good knowledge of chemistry and were able to advise on dose. Any sensible person would try small tests before taking it further. Online vendors would often offer samples of new products to trusted researchers who gave their reports back. These online communities tended to be intelligent people from academic backgrounds.

Another source of ideas came from Alexander Shulgins books. A happily married chemist who is something of a legend published two books listing the many psychoactive substances that he created. His reviews were often brief but provided enough for any entrepreneurial chemist so motivated to recreate. Living out in the sticks Shulgins name stands up in history alongside Hoffman, Huxley, Kesey and Leary etc. If you were able to make love on a new substance by his reckoning it was of value.

Ketamine had become a popular recreational drug in the noughts and slight adjustments in molecular detail opened up the possibility for other, legal dissociatives. Methoxphenidine and other darker variants became available.

All these drugs were legal and available to anyone with a computer and a bank card. Customers were asked for their age though no one ever checked if these purveyors of research chemicals gave their buyers great thought. As for the high street 'head' shops, the shops that sell pipes and bongs to cannabis users were beginning to find that the student psychonaut most imagined were their clientele were not the only ones that bought their products. Stocked with powerful stimulants and downers homeless addicts had taken advantage of cheaper, more powerful and what's more, legal alternatives to the crack and heroin that had previously been their drugs of choice. Shops often had cues waiting long before they opened desperate for drugs. This clearly wasn't going to escape the notice of the authorities. Having failed to keep up with the chemists who were one step ahead in producing new, usually more dangerous alternatives; criminalising individual compounds wasn't working. Soon the UK banned all substances that could alter a user's consciousness. Across the board from the academic explorers exchanging experiences online to the homeless addicts seeking cheap highs, all now found themselves unable to score. Many of the biggest purveyors moved their operations to Europe where each country had different laws. Over the next few years fewer countries were allowing this type of activity.

Perhaps the most interesting subset of the movement was the various new and rediscovered lysergamides that perhaps under no other circumstances would have ever become available to the psychonaut. Initially Al lad blotters of 150mc were popular. To my mind the greatest psychedelic of all time. A shorter trip of around five hours to acids seven or so. It has none of the dark corners LSD psylocibin has. Most who trip will know of an element of caution fearing that dreaded 'bad trips' tabloids might occur. With Al lad I never felt any need for caution. I'd say that of mushroom and acid trips only a dozen of well over 500 that I took over the years found me properly breaking through. The ego loss many speak of just isn't possible while holding on to the safety rails. To swim, to ice skate you need to throw caution to the wind and embrace the danger. Al lad allows this. I won't describe any trips here as it rarely conveys well or just doesn't translate into language. To make Al lad you must first make LSD and four fifths is lost in its creation. So who would throw away four fifths of their profit in changing a well known and popular drug into something few have heard of. Of the family there is also pro lad and eth lad to join Al lad and, what in these layman terms would be called meth lad.

In early 2015 prior to the Al lad ban there was a frenzy as those who treasured this marvellous creation tried to source and buy the diminishing stock. Lizard labs were the maker of this and numerous other psychedelics played a blinder. A day or two after the Al lad ban they unveiled a creation they'd secretly being working on. But for me its new 1pLSD was just like good acid. They moved into Europe where they developed several other new lysergamides. I've not tried them all but the ones I have tried, whilst being great quality lysergamides, don't match up to the greatest of all, Al lad. Back in the early 2010s they seemed a bit like the evangelical LSD chemists of 60s and 70s legend. Orange sunshine, Hoffmans pure Sandoz, pre Operation Julie acid; all made with a view to cause a revolutionary rise in human consciousness and not for profit.

Now, though they continue to create new exciting lysergamides and tryptamines along the lines of DMT, they also sell numerous benzodiazepines that can cause terrible harm in powerful and dangerous addiction.

I had long ago given up doing trips which I had done mainly in my teens. But one night I saw a documentary on the dangers of these new research chemicals or legal highs. It triggered a curiosity in me despite then being close to fifty years old. To be honest it really was a Wild West. For sure there were some real gems that under any other circumstances I would never have known. But there were some horrible and dangerous drugs that were easy to access and cheap. An online order like an Amazon one would see a discreet envelope or parcel arrive. There was a thrill to this alone. But what if a lax postman had put it through a door where children played. I also regained for a while a benzo addiction I'd not long got over. I spent a month in hallucinatory psychosis after overdosing on a strange dissociative. I must have done some damage to my heart and brain. I guess it needed to be brought under control. However it seems ironic that the only two drugs that have entered and remained in common circulation are arguably the two most dangerous. Spice has changed prison life being incredibly powerful, cheap and easy to smuggle in. The homeless scene has found that relatively steady heroin addicts have become spice zombies and many have died and all seem to agree that withdrawal is worse than heroin. And in Stoke, oddly, monkey dust, a smokable stimulant, like a cheaper crack with psychosis thrown in for good measure.

It is crucial that drug policy changes soon. Are prisons are bursting with addicts who otherwise would not be criminals. People are dying as gangsters are who decides what is there and at what price. Drug use has never been stopped by its criminalisation. Only by seeing it as the health issue it is and not the moral choice that 1950s middle class sensationalism deemed drug use will continue to ruin lives and cause untold crime and societal damage.

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Legal highs/Research Chemicals 2

Before the UK legislation of 2015 each drug or substance was treated separately using a questionable class system. Heroin, cocaine etc being class A, cannabis I believe was then class B and an incredibly dangerous drug, Valium was class C. And each substance had to be specified with the legal consequences for possession and supply. Yet for example with the benzodiazepine family, during their development, numerous other similar drugs were created and never put in to production. Consequently flourazepam, diclazepam and all the others that were chemically very close were in fact legal.

Further to these already synthesised compounds chemists were now making subtle chemical modifications to MDMA producing another family of chemicals that were targeted at and sold to those who enjoyed taking ecstasy. Another substance that found wide popularity, and the first to be banned was mephadrone. Here was a drug cheaper and given the poor quality cocaine at the time that became very popular. Once this became illegal chemists began changing molecules to create a whole plethora of cathenones of varying quality. This race between the law makers and the chemists created something of a race to the bottom as with the safer substances becoming unavailable, chemists created less tested and more dangerous stimulants. Another family of stimulants were the phenidates from the same family as Ritalin, methylphenidate. Ethylphenidate was legal and incredibly powerful yet highly corrosive. The rush from it intravenously trumped even meth amphetamine but burned the veins from the inside. Some lost limbs, some died. More concentrated even were the 4f methyl and ethylphenidates. Experimenters used to poor quality cocaine could trigger a heart attack with a similar sized line to that they may have chopped out on a weekend. These research chemicals were often of such high purity they were dangerous from that alone.

Fortunately for some researchers online forums sprung up where people could anonymously report and share advice. A surprising number had a good knowledge of chemistry and were able to advise on dose. Any sensible person would try small tests before taking it further. Online vendors would often offer samples of new products to trusted researchers who gave their reports back. These online communities tended to be intelligent people from academic backgrounds.

Another source of ideas came from Alexander Shulgins books. A happily married chemist who is something of a legend published two books listing the many psychoactive substances that he created. His reviews were often brief but provided enough for any entrepreneurial chemist so motivated to recreate. Living out in the sticks Shulgins name stands up in history alongside Hoffman, Huxley, Kesey and Leary etc. If you were able to make love on a new substance by his reckoning it was of value.

Ketamine had become a popular recreational drug in the noughts and slight adjustments in molecular detail opened up the possibility for other, legal dissociatives. Methoxphenidine and other darker variants became available.

All these drugs were legal and available to anyone with a computer and a bank card. Customers were asked for their age though no one ever checked if these purveyors of research chemicals gave their buyers great thought. As for the high street 'head' shops, the shops that sell pipes and bongs to cannabis users were beginning to find that the student psychonaut most imagined were their clientele were not the only ones that bought their products. Stocked with powerful stimulants and downers homeless addicts had taken advantage of cheaper, more powerful and what's more, legal alternatives to the crack and heroin that had previously been their drugs of choice. Shops often had cues waiting long before they opened desperate for drugs. This clearly wasn't going to escape the notice of the authorities. Having failed to keep up with the chemists who were one step ahead in producing new, usually more dangerous alternatives; criminalising individual compounds wasn't working. Soon the UK banned all substances that could alter a user's consciousness. Across the board from the academic explorers exchanging experiences online to the homeless addicts seeking cheap highs, all now found themselves unable to score. Many of the biggest purveyors moved their operations to Europe where each country had different laws. Over the next few years fewer countries were allowing this type of activity.

Perhaps the most interesting subset of the movement was the various new and rediscovered lysergamides that perhaps under no other circumstances would have ever become available to the psychonaut. Initially Al lad blotters of 150mc were popular. To my mind the greatest psychedelic of all time. A shorter trip of around five hours to acids seven or so. It has none of the dark corners LSD psylocibin has. Most who trip will know of an element of caution fearing that dreaded 'bad trips' tabloids might occur. With Al lad I never felt any need for caution. I'd say that of mushroom and acid trips only a dozen of well over 500 that I took over the years found me properly breaking through. The ego loss many speak of just isn't possible while holding on to the safety rails. To swim, to ice skate you need to throw caution to the wind and embrace the danger. Al lad allows this. I won't describe any trips here as it rarely conveys well or just doesn't translate into language. To make Al lad you must first make LSD and four fifths is lost in its creation. So who would throw away four fifths of their profit in changing a well known and popular drug into something few have heard of. Of the family there is also pro lad and eth lad to join Al lad and, what in these layman terms would be called meth lad.

In early 2015 prior to the Al lad ban there was a frenzy as those who treasured this marvellous creation tried to source and buy the diminishing stock. Lizard labs were the maker of this and numerous other psychedelics played a blinder. A day or two after the Al lad ban they unveiled a creation they'd secretly being working on. But for me its new 1pLSD was just like good acid. They moved into Europe where they developed several other new lysergamides. I've not tried them all but the ones I have tried, whilst being great quality lysergamides, don't match up to the greatest of all, Al lad. Back in the early 2010s they seemed a bit like the evangelical LSD chemists of 60s and 70s legend. Orange sunshine, Hoffmans pure Sandoz, pre Operation Julie acid; all made with a view to cause a revolutionary rise in human consciousness and not for profit.

Now, though they continue to create new exciting lysergamides and tryptamines along the lines of DMT, they also sell numerous benzodiazepines that can cause terrible harm in powerful and dangerous addiction.

I had long ago given up doing trips which I had done mainly in my teens. But one night I saw a documentary on the dangers of these new research chemicals or legal highs. It triggered a curiosity in me despite then being close to fifty years old. To be honest it really was a Wild West. For sure there were some real gems that under any other circumstances I would never have known. But there were some horrible and dangerous drugs that were easy to access and cheap. An online order like an Amazon one would see a discreet envelope or parcel arrive. There was a thrill to this alone. But what if a lax postman had put it through a door where children played. I also regained for a while a benzo addiction I'd not long got over. I spent a month in hallucinatory psychosis after overdosing on a strange dissociative. I must have done some damage to my heart and brain. I guess it needed to be brought under control. However it seems ironic that the only two drugs that have entered and remained in common circulation are arguably the two most dangerous. Spice has changed prison life being incredibly powerful, cheap and easy to smuggle in. The homeless scene has found that relatively steady heroin addicts have become spice zombies and many have died and all seem to agree that withdrawal is worse than heroin. And in Stoke, oddly, monkey dust, a smokable stimulant, like a cheaper crack with psychosis thrown in for good measure.

It is crucial that drug policy changes soon. Are prisons are bursting with addicts who otherwise would not be criminals. People are dying as gangsters are who decides what is there and at what price. Drug use has never been stopped by its criminalisation. Only by seeing it as the health issue it is and not the moral choice that 1950s middle class sensationalism deemed drug use will continue to ruin lives and cause untold crime and societal damage.

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Stairwell moths. Silver Y

Legal Highs, Research Chemicals and Spice

 Sat here now in 2023 it seems virtually impossible to imagine that less than a decades ago there were shops on normal high streets throughout the country legally selling drugs over the counter, the equal of and in many cases more powerful than the recreational drugs people buy illegally today. Spice is now the umbrella term for synthetic cannabis compounds; probably the cheapest and most dangerous 'street' drug available. It is popular in some urban homeless communities and in prison as the chemical can be sprayed onto any herb or even sheets of paper upon which letters can be written and enter prison undetected. Despite being chemicals that act on cannabis receptors in the brain the drug is nothing like what your everyday weed and hash smoker would recognise. Vastly more powerful, able to render the user pretty much a zombie to the outside observer. Having never tried what  would now be recognised as Spice or Mamba as it often referred to in the West Midlands I am unqualified to describe the feelings and sensations the user experiences though I am informed that you lose touch with external reality and feel little from any cold or sharp corners. This is clearly why the homeless or imprisoned are attracted to it along with its cheap price. Back when the Research Chemical era was at its height I did once receive a small freeby from an internet supplier I was using at the time. I didnt 

Chapter Three: Liptons First steps after being released from the mental…

Chapter Three: Liptons First steps after being released from the mental hospital

Freedom yes. But not a coin in his pocket. Lipton wasn't even sure who survived following the team's destruction of Rupert Bunsens attempt to leave the planet with the world's elite who had wrung out Gaia's beauty for personal gain. The thought of the moment they'd cracked the packed vehicles supposedly impregnable glass sides and the oceans pressure bursting through to drown the evil fuckers gave Lipton a proud smile. The sun bathed his face and all felt well with the world. Which of his crew had made it he had no clue. Knocked unconscious till the crew of a fishing boat dragged him aboard. Consciousness had returned in a bruised, dream like series of waves. He could see wreckage and the bodies of the dead once wealthy floating here and there. Fractured components of the craft struggled in the choppy sea, odd figures. Disheveled he saw them calling out for help but he couldn't tell who they were. All aboard the vessel he'd stolen from Porlock Weir had known that some, maybe all might not return. The Druid lads from Clun, the witches, Skree or Peter? Were they among those who survived? Jesus would undoubtedly have made it but his body could easily have been smashed and the debauched son of god could be anywhere reanimating. His next mission was to find out who lived. What exactly had happened. And this required he be the shaman he and Skree had both inadvertently become through their excessive use of psychedelics during their teens and early twenties. The human brain is not fully developed until it reaches roughly 25. Skree and Lipton had augmented the physical substance of their brains through firstly their discovery of magic mushrooms. The sacrament peculiar to and abundant in the British islands. Virtually invisible to most as they choose who they deem worthy of their use. Some seasons even the two shamans had failed to find many. But in the early years, from age 13 to 14 both spent mushroom season with wet knees and exploring dimensions most common men would never encounter. For sure, there were a few who tried them out and found the experience way too much. Some were even casualties, damaged for life; periodically sectioned by mental health professionals. But Lipton and Skree would both spend the autumn in deep engagement with the earth and it's gift that through history has held a knowledge for the few that each year were prepared to face the fears, stare clear and open eyed at the mirror to their souls. Nursery rhymes and fairy tales made sense. The patterns found on rare, pre Christian stone work. The standing stones that are still around. Many in the Orkneys, many in Yorkshire, Somerset and most counties have stone circles, groundwork's or other evidence that are understood to the open of mind under the influence of psylocibin. These islands are blessed with an abundance of the liberty cap and throughout history small numbers have been called to them and this gnosis has something that can be imagined as a beanstalk that stretches back through time. This Druidic knowledge stretches back to when man first arrived. Small branches of divergence have led off in exploration as small communities took journeys through the use of the sacrament. But its central core of knowledge, understanding and power has always been there. Mushrooms grow where people go and are only abundant where we tread. The liberty cap is the true sacrament of these islands. As foods that grow locally are nutritionally accurate for human survival in that place. Global trade has seen foods from all over the world available yet the correct diet is what we evolved alongside. Indeed we are part of the same thing. And the same applies to appropriate psychedelics.

However at around 16 years of age, when Skree and Lipton began to find themselves out of the family home and consequently finding their own money they both moved on to LSD. Unlike their peers who mostly fell to the side; scared of what these powerful compounds revealed. Few of us really want to know ourselves and would rather play out the acted character we create for our interactions with others. Unlike their peers they began to spend more time on what is commonly known as 'set and setting'. Preparing their minds over a period of days, eating the right diet, exercising to get their bodily systems ready. And to find the setting. A place and time were none of the grey and dull, the black and dark could intrude on the experience. Ensuring that they were in a place where they could completely let go of the side rails. So many trips are ruined by desperately resisting. The real journeys occur only when one throws themselves in, letting go of all security ties.

Further compounds were introduced. Advances in development of Albert Hoffmans gift to the world. Al lad, eth lad, pro lad, LSZ. Not to mention DMT, 5meoDMT, Ketamine and a whole plethora of new substances that became available during the period prior to 2015s ban on what had become a Wild West. A large part of the research chemicals were just weird. But amongst the crap there were diamonds.

Ultimately after a point the pair had rendered themselves shamans. But neither was of the kind to be a village doctor. Far from it. Their duty was to try cure humanity of a growing darkness that in all likelihood will see the destruction of the species. Lipton and Skree after meeting various entities, creatures, demons, angels and other forces whilst exploring different dimensions became appointed to fight the grey wherever they found it.

For many years shouldering this responsibility was too much. The sheer evil of what they had seen seemed beyond the scope of any man, shaman or not. They found themselves subject to heavy addiction to alcohol and drugs to desperately shut off what they had seen. Homeless at times both lived dangerously, taking anything to hide from their fear. They were regularly pestered and harassed by mental health professionals who were simply unaware of what inhabited different dimensions, some just a fine membrane away from bursting through. But ultimately they stepped up and shouldered their responsibilities. After all it was themselves who had got themselves here.

Lipton knew he must now find Skree, alive or dead. And this would take sacramental use of the right psychedelic. He set off walking, not looking back at the mental hospital he had been released from. The sun felt warm on his face and smiling he walked on toward this star that gave the planet life.

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Death

For sure, death is shit for anyone who wants to live. But even they won't know anything about it. As you get older life gets tiring; landlords endlessly pestering you for money, council tax twats taking you to court in your absence for not paying money for some shit ideas they've had, ok, rubbish collection is pretty cool but that shouldn't cost a lot. Debt agencies endlessly pestering you over services some cunt claims they provided.

And let's face it, after about 40, unless you're a completely gullible twat You go through the same thing you went through as a child over the Father Christmas lie; nothing we do has meaning. For sure I'm not a cunt and will always go to the aid of an old lady or anyone weaker than me to help in a practical way. Now as my joints start aching and the tablets the doctors have me on to contain, to imprison my sliding and warping perception of reality that they deem true, see me putting on weight. It's a genuine dilemma; would I rather be a loony or be a fat, sexless, agreeable piece of furniture.

I look forward to death. I fear painful dying. I've seen cancer kill and I don't want that. I've a couple of grams of top grade heroin put aside and a set of work's ready to take myself out when it gets too painful, too dull or just when I can't be arsed with it anymore.

This is not to say I don't marvel at the incomprehensibly beautiful moment of life in all its glory. Each day I meditate on the sheer unlikelihood of being one of the possibilities that could have been. Being is so fantastic. Let's just enjoy till the lights go out and we return to the nothingness from which we came.

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After the Death of Bunsen

"So mr Lipton, you believe that you are not only a revered Shaman, a friend of witches and Druids but also an Archangel now. It seems that your talents have developed even further than last time you were here."

Lipton muttered a curse under his breath before swiftly retracting. His curses now weren't mere insults. A lazy comment could ruin lives.

"No doctor. I was under a number of illusions when I was sectioned. These hallucinations have now passed and I feel well enough to reintegrate into society."

The psychiatrist peered from behind his half lens glasses, scrutinising his patient, looking for honesty. Patients, particularly smart ones would often learn the right answers and project sincerity whilst still suffering from serious mental illness.

"You were quite insistent when you arrived mr Lipton that you were able to fly,"

His mocking tone irritated the Shaman and it took immense self control for his eyes not to dilate. Lipton had stopped arguing with the staff at the mental hospital weeks ago now.

Smiling in an affectation of humour in his condition on arrival, "Wow! I really was messed up back then. Imagine believing I could fly? The stupidity of it all is embarrassing now sir."

Of course he could fly. All angels, even humble beginners could.

"Indeed. And no more delusions of the financial elite boarding spacecraft."

Lipton summoned up a chuckle he half believed himself, "ridiculous, I know. And wasn't i babbling about sir Rupert Bunsen or something? I must have heard something on the radio about his tragic death. The sea has claimed many lives but few as noble as the great entrepreneur. I, of course, shoulder some blame for my bout of psychosis. Serves me right for experimenting with mind altering drugs. I'll not be doing that again."

Dressed in a white lab coat, as though he were a real scientist, worse still, talking as though his chosen field was as respectable as a surgeons. The incarcerated shaman could see the irony. The study into mental illness in 2023 was in a similar position of other medicine in medieval times. Before the discovery of bacteria the world beyond the reach of the human eye led to superstitions. Modern psychiatry, until an understanding of how meat can think and feel will remain subject to similar superstition. Yet psychiatry and its adherents would continue, oblivious to the comedic irony in claiming the same reverence that other fields of medicine enjoyed. This twisted notion is perhaps most obvious to any shaman than it is to anyone else.

"No doctor. I'm grounded back in reality. All thanks to you and your team too sir for which I shall remain eternally grateful."

Just for a second the psychiatrist wondered if he was being mocked though this second slipped like a drop in to the ocean of seconds that had gone before making up his morning before his self assurance reasserted itself and he returned to his pompous self regard.

"Well I've discussed it with the team and we're mostly in agreement that you are free to leave. I must insist on the importance of continuing with your medication. Any lapse in this could result in a return of your condition. I'll be seeing you on a weekly basis for a while until we're quite sure that you're okay. And remember should any symptoms, however small start to reemerge please call us here at the hospital."

Lipton stood up and smiled. He gave the idiot a firm handshake and looked him confidently in the eye.

"I'll not be back sir. And thanks again for all your support and understanding."

With this Lipton strode away, down six flights of stairs, along a strip light lit white corridor, past an elderly man mumbling about umbrellas, avoided a woman in her twenties crouched urinating choosing not to look at the widening yellow tinged puddle, "goodbye Jenifer," he bid her, took a right turn and found reception. Here the decor shifted to the feel of an infant school, brighter colours and a collage of paper animals made in the art therapy group with upholstered wooden furniture in small clusters where family visitors drank tea and coffee from the coin machine near the entrance. The look of municipality betrayed the fact that the doors were locked until a staff member was there to open them.

He gave his name to the receptionist who produced a file where various papers were pushed his way to sign and a Tesco bag for life containing the few belongings he had arrived with three months earlier. The receptionist smiled and said "goodbye mr Lipton. I'll click the door as you reach it." Seven more paces towards the thick sheets of glass before he heard the locks triggered. A further four and he could feel the wind on his face.

Lipton paused and breathed deeply. His first clean air; free from the scent of badly cooked food, piss and disinfectant since he had been dragged in here screaming by four burly nursing staff back in January. It felt cold to his skin, too long attuned to central heating. Spring was on its way and birdsong twinkled over the noise of traffic.

It felt good to be free.

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Red Admiral

Stairwell moths

Clifden Nonpareil. Moth of the season in my flat stairwell. Rare visitor. Once thought extinct in these islands but a few recent sightings suggest that this magnificent, big and beautiful moth is making a comeback. Check out the lunar underwing on one of photos. They're about 22mm big.

The Return of Skreeworld

 Indeed it has been a long time since Skreeworld was running at full force. We brought you creative outlooks on the reality we operate in. We brought you photography of the surrounding world. We brought you a detailed breakdown of our breakdown and our journeys in and out of psychosis. we brought you two novels the second of which became so complex and sprawling we were unable to complete. This was due to our serious mental illness and the sectioning under the mental health act of the main protagonist, Skree often referred to as Peter. We brought you so much.

But then silence. Pedriodical photographs were posted. Unable to communicate we began an ongoing project to study the moths that were spotted in and around the stairwell of the flats where we live. 

I was able to submit photographs of these using  an iphone. But first my main computer was stolen by crackheads, then its replacement disappeared under similar circumstances. Then finally as my furniture business collapsed I dropped my camera and I was reduced to poor quality photographs from my phone. I returned to furniture making creating standard, arts and crafts style work for the wealthy rural market of farmhouses and suchlike but none that represented my own personal aesthetic vision. During this period my mental health was rarely stable and punctuated by periods of depression, extreme anxiety and occasional psychosis. But now it appears my doctors have finally got my medication right and I am once again able to continue.

Skreeworld blog has been an expansive description of my creative work, philosophical thinking, study of moths and all else that comprises my experiences as a human being. Now I am able to, once again, take you on my journey and the other collaborative Skreeworld project. So welcome back to any old followers and also to any newcomers to our work.

Skreeworld is a strange and exciting place. Fuck! Its good to be back.