“ The air stank of patchouli, cheap rolling tobacco and wet dogs. Gut punched by nausea, I turned and pushed my way through the packed black-clad mass of wild-eyed and horribly jiggly neo-hippies, eventually spilling out on to the pavement where I collapsed and dry-heaved like I’d just been kung-fu kicked in the nads by a mastodon. Which in a way, of course, I had.
