That night sticks in my mind because my mate arrived to watch it with me and brought with him a small bag of what he described as 'Special' wacky baccy. Not being one to shirk a challenge I duly partook. It certainly was 'Special' because after about 20 mins I lost control of my limbs and all touch with reality. I wept like a baby when Yorke got his 3rd. I was up til the early hours listening to Dark side of the Moon