Friends came down from London, one brought down half an ounce of MDMA from Brighton to sell. He was on about how strong it was, he took a little bit and was plastered, friend took some and again was plastered, I took a small line of it at the end of the night, I just felt wired; it looked, smelt and tasted like MDMA (MD has been like this for me for the past month or so (different batches, one of which I had saved which blew my head off; I think I've lost the magic). Long story short, the friend selling got caught, doormen pinned him into a railing 'til the police came, police had him face down on the pavement in front of the club, then took him away.
He got released because it wasn't MDMA.