I knew someone who did worse than that!
He was a smackhead here in our little town, then moved to London, cleaned up, got a job, met a nice girl, settled down, set a wedding date... and then her gran died.

Gran left her beloved granddaughter £30,000 - this was some years ago, when you could buy a house in the provinces for that much - and it went into the joint bank account.

Witihn a fortnight it was all gone, spent on a frenzy of drugtaking with some newly-discovered druggie 'friends'.

He was soon back home, hopelessly addicted again.
He told me 'I just couldn't resist it - all that money, doing nothing...'
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:51, Reply)