the story about the low gig sufi is alluding too i can tell in full. basically me and jim drank all day and were completely paralytic insane. we turned up at matthews house and banged on his door and demanded he give us his best scotch which he did and then we got even more fucked and then we walked from his to the barbican which is like, a 5 minutes walk, and we were just talking to every tramp and drunk and nutter on the route so theres a big flock around us and then we met sufi and he forced us to smoke super skunk which made me pass out in the auditorium and i slept through the whole gig snoring and thrashing about wildly. itsw possible i was on acid too come to think of it. there was a stranger there who kept getting my arm in his face. great gig. missed all of it. dont like low anyway