Police Officer John Norris was in North Street to advise residents to stay indoors. ‘As I approached one of the houses, the front door turned to jelly, all pretty colours, but when I saw my hand knocking on the door, I heard explosions in my head, then a horse answered the door with a reptile looking over its shoulder and I lost the ability to coordinate my mouth with the pronunciation of words. After that, things started to get a bit weird.’
Fumes from a boiling vat of LSD in the basement of one of the neighbouring houses hung across the cobbled, gas-lit street like an eerie stage set for a film about London in the 1850s. The active ingredient, meanwhile, was silently penetrating your pores on a mission to make you confront all the weird stuff that’s trapped in the depths of your subconscious mind, where you didn’t want to go, but instead there’s all these beautiful people walking round in Christian Liquorice clothes and everyone agrees ‘it’s a very pleasant street’.
No-one was arrested.