During a party for the schoolkidz (supposedly all over 18) at Richard Neville’s apartment on Kensington Palace Road, while he was away in Australia and I was house-sitting there, and we were working on the School-Kids issue, some of the kids raided the refrigerator and found Richard’s stash of acid. Many lived to tell the tale. I notice that in Richard’s book, Hippie, Hippie Shake he credits the hallucinate to to be the property of Jim Anderson, but that’s not what I was told at the time.