People nearing, or in, retirement used to get absolutely lit. We asked them about the times when LSD, weed, hash, and music collided.
I went to meet the legions of Supermassive Musers to find out why the melodramatic Devon prog-rockers seem to have become Britain's perennial headliner.
We talked with some longtime smokers who had to give up on ganja after it left them locked up, bloated from the munchies, or mumbling to themselves in the fetal position.
As far back as I can remember, there's been a big online demand for this particular brand of smut that involves stitching the heads of celebrities on to the bodies of porn stars.