And so on to Istanbul with it's seedy opium dens and it's pleasantly scented yet slightly obscene pencils. I hastened to the nearest hash-house, slumped deftly in to the first vacant Bubblebooth and ordered a Hilp of Morrocan Wubwub (a delicate blend that made your face feel like an elephants fanny). I toked until I began to drool uncontrolably. It was then that I noticed a sense of despair hanging ominously in the room like a fat uncle's after dinner… Continue