IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, A BIG GREEN SPACE, UH, I FORGET THE REST

Er, it was, well, yeah, like a march y'know, er London what I mean, hey
cool, huh has never seen before.

The blah blah dope heads heh like big green space man like kinda like a
park flocked together like er, yeah man, like cool, y'know, all righ, what
was I saying?

A bit late, got me shit together like er yeah man, sorry. Police, banners,
Independent chicken biriani on Sunday, hey cool baked beans man.

Park Lane, groovey, hey Er .... Piccadilly, Yo, The Ritz ... relax with
Ritzla .... Builders cheered ... cool dudes ... even American tourists.
Chanting ... hey Mary Jane, free Mary Jane from her ball and chain ... hey
man Simpsons ... old ladies, hey .. sipping tea, clink clink ... saucer ...
outa sight kinda aliens, man .... grass in hat ... green balloons ...
Independent Murgh Marsala on Sunday ... PR exercise Yo.

Wanna wanna wanna ... hey, Eros, man, woa pigeon crap, man, cool ... wow
some dude sticks ... no way ... a leaf on Eros ... hey.

One of the difficulties of covering a march calling for the legalisation of
cannabis is that great plumes of the allegedly hallucinogenic psychotrope
wafted over central London impairing the sobriety of her majesty's press.

Even the police horses were tripping high man, yeah its happening again man
London has never seen a march like it. They came in all shapes and sizes to
call for marijuana - or "Mary Jane" or "Cannabis" - to be made legal. The
Observer repeatedly asked some of the people on the march - all of whome
were polite, considerate, friendly and I love everybody man .. yo, I mean,
huh.

Several thousand marchers arrived in Trafalgar kinda rectangle, man, ...
hey man, big tall dude, hey man, not two eyes, but one kinda short, yeah
... speeches. Wow ... or rather really, I'm gonna get this right now, okay,
yeah... boring ... two old hippies.

The Observer asked for their comments. A gentleman of a certain age with a
heavy metal haircut, thick moustache, one-half safron with a hint of cats
teeth, the othe that of a tea stain, wearing a trilby fishermans hat as if
he was marching with the country side protesters, but had somehow lost
three weeks of his life said " .... " there was silence.

Under Nelsons one good eye a crowd listened respectivly yo to Howard Marks
describe his heroic attmpts to enrich himself and while, hey man, this is
getting a bit too heavy, now, heh, not that way, ho.

Then the editor of the Independent on Sunday, Shedrach Krakatoa said "Body
sox, pizza flalfel, swama kebab ... yo Jack Straw, I was range rover ...
no, what I mean .... I know what addiction means ... phonebook" Miss
Krakatoa concluded her moving speech with the following endearing touch and
finally I would just like to thank the owners of the Independent on Sunday
for allowing us to carry on with this campaign.

One thought for the Ios owners - at the start of the campaign Tony O'Rielly
... a baked beans millionairre ... and David Montgomery ... a pea green
Robspierre of intense dourness ... - and you know, heh, is this some kind
of con, huh?

Hey man nice to meet you... what are you doing now? I work for the Daily
Telegraph but for Christs sake don't quote me or I'll be in trouble"

Legalise something now .... additional er ... research by Dan Pimlott.