My 78-year-old father, wobbling to his feet, fidgeted for a tub of Mentos in his fleece pocket and, when the zipper failed to ...

For decades, my dad was consumed by alcoholism and anger. I hoped psychedelic therapy could change him.

I don’t want to minimise the scenes in Clapham High Street. But how about dialling things down a notch, writes Zoe Williams ...