A pro-MDMA essay from the Times Online, UK.

I took my first E on a sunny Sunday in a field in Kent shortly after finishing my A levels. It was at a rave called Weekend World, and three schoolfriends and I had spent most of the night driving around trying to find it. On the way back to London we stopped at a petrol station and I felt so happy that I danced barefoot on the forecourt to the car stereo.

That was 17 years ago and I must have taken 400 tabs of Ecstasy since then. I’ve always been quietly anxious about its effects, but that hasn’t stopped me.