Much too sodding long-winded before, this is better. I have another similar story if nobody is offended, yeah. But that one is never believed (unnecessarily), to my ire - CUS.
Phoenix Festival, 1995. Miss meeting up with schoolchums until 2nd day. The first night, I take what I think is one tab of acid, but it's really four, not cut up. I take them - I think they were pre-licked, or just weak, because I was okay, really...
So, I took them and go off to see The Prodigy. I started to feel.. diffrent, kind of sweaty but not. Prickly. I became engrossed just standing there, watching. By the time Firestarter came on, I was totally transfixed. Keith bounced on stage, looking manic. His face filled both of the big TV screens beside the stage. When he starting singing 'I'm a firestarter. Twisted firestarter' he seemed to be looking right at me, burning a whole of uncomfortable fear. Someone beside me said 'Hey kid, dance, you'll have more fun!'. I whimpered a bit, in fear again. I knew that Keith Flint was making no idle threat. If I didn't start showing some appreciation, he'd burn the whole place down, and fry us inside. With his special firestarting powers.
So, I started flapping and jumping around even more badly than usual, trying to show how eager I was. I know I saw the whole of their set, but I don't remember what happened next. I just remember being terrified that we were all going to die because I wasn't dancing. I was later fine, and really enjoyed seeing Neil Young headline (I just remember 'Like A Hurricane' and 'Cinnamon Girl' being awesome stuff, I'm not really a fan...)
CUS does not condone going out and trying acid now