My worst acid techno moment came in 2003 at a free party on the South Downs - some geezer kept following me around, convinced that I was dealing K. I managed to give him the slip, and sneaked off to my car for a bit of a snooze. Sometime later - not sure how long it was - I woke up with a jolt as the same geezer was rocking my car and banging on the side window shouting "OI YOU GOT ANY K?! ANY K MATE? OI!!!!!!!!!!". I tell you, there are some very strange people in Sussex.......