Tripping on Mushrooms

A recent Facebook questionnaire, lead me to mistakenly comment "how lovely" to the question "have you ever tripped on mushrooms?", imagining a big field of mushrooms where someone blithely entered the field and tripped, falling into a soft bed of mushrooms. Obviously that was not what the question meant, so I feel obliged to correct the impression given, that I am some sort of romantic faerie fool.
When I was young (but things were in colour by then, and we had fridges, and steam trains were no more), my student friend took me mushroom hunting in Victoria Park (the one in Leicester, not the one in Hackney where the famous Anti Nazi League concert was held (I was there too though and saw Tom Robinson and the Clash ). We selected numerous fungi, took them back to his flat, looked them up in a book, and basically ate them. They were very gritty.
Shortly after we went out to get a Chinese, where it became de rigeur to sit on the floor (this was a takeaway with no seating). We then boarded my van and drove into the fantastical City of Leicester to watch the Fabulous Poodles (a band) in action. Unfortunately, being University boys (and me being from out of town), we had no idea where the venue (Leicester Polytechnic, now De Montfort University), was.
My friends in the van, who had pretended to be weightless on the way, thus throwing themselves around the back of the van, making it quite hard to steer, chose the first building in the vicinity with lights on to be our destination. Unfortunately it wasn't.
We did find the right building eventually, so we parked up and went in. By this time, things were kicking off in my head. I had just had all my hair cut off (I had drifted into the punk era with long hair, and although I loved the music, hadn't kept up with the times). First the flares went, then I got goosed at a Jam concert, so the hair followed. I spent the evening wandering around the venue, convinced my head was tiny and my body huge (like a Great Dane with a Chihuahua head, if you know the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers). I expect I drank some beer and saw the Poodles. Later I drove home (I am unsure of this) and I think I ended up back in Loughborough, with my van. I must have done because, the van was with me in Loughborough the next day.