In message , Grimly
Curmudgeon writes
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Tim Watts saying
something like:

Grimly Curmudgeon
wibbled on Saturday 13 February 2010 12:48


"Its taste can only be described as...indescribable, something you will
either love or despise. ...Your breath will smell as if you'd been
French-kissing your dead grandmother."

So a bit of an aquired taste then, like Guinness?

Horrible, some days. Guinness varies wildly, depending on how it's
stored, who stored it and transported it, and the bar in which it's
served and whether the barman/woman had a shag the previous night.


I wondered why the head was so thick ...


Sometimes, it's lovely.

--
geoff