in memory of Mr Lynch, remembering the time in 1982 that a small group of us took shrooms and went to a midnight showing of Eraserhead at the Golders Green Ionic (technically the New Ionic, before it was the Cannon Ionic or the ABC Ionic - we'd say it kept rising like a phoenix, but the Phoenix was in East Finchley and that's a whole other shroom cinema story)
and in the theatre it was literally just the five of us, and then down near the front three drunk dudebros who'd come to take the piss out of the Bad Film, and we knew what was coming and they didn't, so we waited patiently
at the start they were all laughing and shouting and dicking around, but as the film progressed they rapidly got quieter and quieter (and meanwhile on our shrooms we were all seeing the gods know what but it was familiar! in heaven everything is fine! dancing chicken! mewling baby thing! yer man's haircut and startled expression! just, everything!)
and we all staggered out afterwards and our group was glowing and happy, and the dudebros were pale and quiet and freaked and one of them murmured "fucking hell", and we all spontaneously saluted them as fellow travellers, and they took it well, they got it