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yoyogi bear

2nd of Jun, 2001ce* in: diary

The last thing one might expect to find on a Sunday evening is a bunch of illegal raves circa 1988, but thats what I got. In Yoyogi park. Met some decent liverpudlians (people from Liverpool in England) and we took some magic mushrooms together, which were not so expensive and totally legal… unlike my misspent teenage years necking ‘class A’ (10 years in prison) magic mushrooms, but then, they did grow down the road from my house once a year. As some people might know, I know some people, some people know me. The people who I know the best, did a lot of these fungi with myself in Cornwall for many years. So yeah. twas good.

The music and crowds were banging, it really was a retro feeling. Like England before big club events arrived. Although, the police shut everyone down at 10.45pm.