Apparently they were all the rage at the Isle of Wight Festival. Much safer than the brown acid.

I hope you enjoy your trip.


https://tripsafe.org/shrooms/

Desperate for magic mushrooms. Go to Bali for that!

Plenty enough in Wales, and way fewer Australians getting on everyone's nerves.

I've never tried them. Do you get to choose your trippy-trip?

You take what you get. And it can be heavy

never tried those, must say. I've learnt to forage in the Jura mountains with my dad- about 65+ years . Even in all my years in UK, I always returned to forage with dad for 1 week in the autumn- until he was well into his 90s. And of course inherited all his 'coins' or favourite haunts. Whenever I go, I can still hear him 'look under than tree, lift that branch' ... and always use his basket and walking stick. Very very special.

In London in the early 70s- we survived on foraging from Richmond Park and Wimbledon Common- mushrooms, chestnuts, blackberries and more. And later in the West Mids then East Mids- it was just me foraging out there- with the old guys from Poland. A long long time before wild mushrooms became a 'must' for good restaurants - leading to plundering from gangs and ban from above parks.

Kind of-ish.
Fresh 0-50 lights trip
50-100 colours
100+ full hallucinations

Dried, you've no way of accurately knowing the 'dose'. Only tried them once way back in 1984, and had 85 dried with a bottle of still vimto (dead glamorous). The memory of that trip is indelibly etched in my memory. I've no regrets about that one occasion, but wouldn't do it again for one simple reason. There's a line in Steppenwolf's 'The Pusher'... But I never touched nothin', That my spirit could kill. If weed takes you to the doors of perception and acid let's you look through the keyhole, with mushrooms you're locked in the place for a full 8hrs with no way out. You're mega dependent on having the right group of people with you just in case something goes wrong. There were 8 of us, one guy didn't take anything at all, and only me and his girlfriend were first timers.

One of the funniest/worst experiences a friend had on shrooms, happened to my 6ft 6 guy mate Ash. He was a proper lanky beggar with chocolate brown blood hound eyes and a bit of a ladies man. He'd just split from a girl and was meeting his mates in the pub for a swift half one Saturday night before going back to their house. His bright idea was to neck the shrooms before going into the pub so that the effect would just be kicking in when he got back to their place.

Unfortunately for him, they were late arriving and his ex walked into the pub with her dad. Ash legged it into the gents, climbed out of the bathroom window (no mean feat) and walked along the canal towards his mate's house. Daft beggar had totally forgotten it was bonfire night. He was found several hours later curled up under a canal bridge all wild eyed and whimpering like a puppy.

In French, foragers shorten 'champignons' for 'champis'. And it was a joke with some Leics friends to go and forage for 'shrooms'- even though it was mainly bluelegs, bluewitts and parasols- and a few morels in the Peak District.

Mushroom is of course of of those many French words distorted by the anglo-saxon peasants. Mousseron. Just like 'plumber', 'butcher', etc. Went to grand-daughter's dance lesson the other day - I'd forgotten how hilarious ballet French is in English.

To be fair, the French language wasn't exactly invited over.

they were all Vikings anyhow- and the Normans spoke very bad French with weird accent and grammatical structures. Not French at all.

Um... that's one hell of an over-simplification. And didn't the "ruling class" French become
Normandy dialect?

You are not making any sense. If the language the Normans spoke wasn't French, how could Anglo-Saxon peasants "distort" (sic) the French language as you claimed a couple of posts ago?

Ah, there is 'French' and 'French' ...

and when it comes to English, oh my

"When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”

Friday geek moment...Sorry, and I don't profess to know the full timeline or story behind it because I've have a jumble of sources over the years that keep adding a bit.

French as we know it was only standardised within the last 300yrs, maybe less. Before then, it was a jumble of two more distinct versions, langue d'oïl in the north and langue d'oc in the south, plus a multitide of patois dialects. So, what was accepted as 'French language' at the time of the Norman invasion was considerably different to modern French, and this was largely because a few versions of the language came over the Channel with the Normans. First was from William and his court, then came another version with the Plantagenet kings and another with Eleanor of Aquitaine and her descendents, so the Anglo-Saxons were bombarded with a proper mish-mash of distinctly different dialects.

Sources:
1. Plantagenets were from Anjou whose capital is Angers which is twinned with Wigan, so I used to get random info about Angers through the letter box during their annual cultural exchanges.
2. My German teacher did a talk about the evolution of western European languages in an effort to explain why Switzerland has 4 official languages, and she mentioned French standardisation in law.
3. My 2nd favourite edition of QI was about France, including the amazing fact that French peasants used to hibernate. Also got the langue d'oïl / langue d'oc part from QI.

I've got a memory like a very sodden leaky sponge, so if some details have slipped out, Sorry!

Well my best experience with the magic mushrooms was in Bali. Seeing a beautiful rainbow stretch wide across a clear blue cloudless sky! Breakfast in Bali was always mushroom ommlette.

Gauloises or Gitanes were my drugs of choice in the day including at the Isle of Wight (wow big anniversary coming up next year )

What, what, shrooms? Am I too late? Just stepped away from the Weather-thread for a bit, and oh, look at the direction things have taken here.

Have heard, anecdotally, about current medical research into the beneficial effects of controlled therapeutic use of shrooms (in particular, accompanied by a sober therapist of some sort) use of shrooms, but haven't really gone to read up on it. If anyone knows more about this, in Switzerland, I'd be interested to hear about it.

EDIT: oh, dear, stone cold sober, and just realised I'm in the wrong thread. I'm shuffle off over to the mushroom thread, thanks.

In Switzerland, I think you're more likely to find 'therapists' who use ayahuasca, and personally, I wouldn't touch that stuff with a barge pole. A good friend has lived in central America several times for work (in primate rescue + rehab centres), and has taken part in many ayahuasca ceremonies. It is something that works for him but he's seen some people completely unravel.

I'll never touch shrooms again, or any other hallucinatory drug for that matter. It was an experiment when I was young and a relatively blank canvas, but now, I've seen too much harrowing stuff to willfully make myself vulnerable to those memories and emotions coming to the forefront again. I think you get to an age when you realise it's just not a good idea to upset your mental apple cart.