Why does this thread remind me of the big house I lived next to (1971-1972) round the corner from Portobello Rd? It was painted purple and yellow all over and a steady stream of freaks went in & out at all hours. It resembled one of Robert Crumb's nightmares and you could smell the skunk from Wormwood Scrubs. It must have been the only house round there that was demolished rather than being yuppified and sold for a million quid!

Now WE weren't stoners, we were alcofrolics!