Monkey No.6
Harvey "Stratosphere" Pike called over Monday and we decided to leave the solar system. We spent forty-eight hours in an overheated council flat that had been hastily converted into a space-capsule. Outside deep space was incredibly cold. The boosters were fuelled with a special psilocybe and fly agaric rocket mixture.
It was only a matter of hours before we had travelled to a strangely twisted spiral arm of the galaxy where things just weren't right. We ended up quaffing champagne in hyper-space and returned to earth guided by the ghost of Charles Mingus. This took decidedly longer than we had anticipated.