I may be the first person in history to become stoned just from using a toilet cubicle.
It’s worth
clarifying that I wasn’t a willing participant. The choice to
partake wasn't mine. This is the downside of using one of the
sealed conveniences in Hitchin Town Centre: you walk into an airtight
environment. Within seconds you're complicit with whatever occurred previously.
So it was for me: I went in needing the toilet – and came out needing a copy of
The Small Faces’ Ogden’s Nut Gone Flake.
I suppose it
could have been worse: I could have been confronted by a much fouler stench. There’s
one thing to be said for the more unpleasant option, though: at least I
wouldn’t have left with the urge to munch my way through a packet of
biscuits.
It must be what
it would be like to step into a man-sized bong. A man-sized bong with excellent
ablutive facilities.
I got out of
there as soon as nature would allow – but within seconds I started
to worry. What if I’d picked up the fumes on my clothing? What if the next
person who went in thought I was the
mystery toker?
Proof that even passive pot-smoking can make you paranoid.
So, if you’re
looking to arrange a trip to a Dutch coffee-shop but can’t
afford the flight, why not pop to Hitchin? I’d recommend the third cubicle
along on The Arcade as an excellent starting point.
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| Legal Notice: none of the above were responsible. |