Leeds Love Parade
while at uni, I made a point of not getting to involved with the drugs. This stemmed from the fact that from the age of 14 I'd been a bit of a stoner - my mum's neighbour and I would regularly see our way through an eighth an evening, and I generally had older friends who'd help with my drug education. My mum, although being liberal and in fact being honest enough to talk me through her fairly extensive knowledge and experiences of drugs, didn't know the half of it really... But then it would have been weird if she knew everything, right. Anyway, by the time I was 18 I decided to quit smoking weed - my drug education had been varied and sensible on the whole avoiding most stupid things (except a brief spell of "fun" with lighter gas with some school friends - WTF?!), while my actual education had played second fiddle to, well, almost everything.

So you can imagine the hilarious scenario of everyone trying to look cool at uni, and some of the jibes as my new found friendly housemates smoke their way through the stash of one guys ready-rolled spliffs (courtesy of his brother). Very soon though the box of tricks ran out and sat round, still a bit of an outsider really because my stance on not joining the smoking party, I watched as the "hardcore" nucleus of the group did their best to roll something resembling a joint... And making a worse mess than Abul Hamza. So, quell surprise I ended up rolling them another, and another, and more stil, phat one.

Anyway my abstinence stayed true mostly, occasionally I'd have a bit, but every night I'd return home after a night out and they'd all be red-eyed and happy to see me as although improving in rolling technique, given how stoned they were, the actual rolling process took a small age. They migrated on to chillums, and I remember one morning where the guy who always liked to go that step further did three chillums buckets before we played footbal... Incredibly he didn't really know what was going on.

I didn't care what they did in the slightest, we all got on really well but I just didn't want to end up in the position that sitting around the kitchen table passing spliffs all evening until dawn was going to be my university existence. By the second term they had all migrated onto pills via a little bit of speed, and while they collectively danced like gurning Romanian orphans wanking, when I went with them to Rise (which was always better than Gatecrasher) I'd have a good time with those who either could handle their drugs a little better or abstained from the illegals.

Gatecrasher took off and so did the hair on a lot of their heads... Into neat little spikes. Every weekend they pushed the boundaries slightly, and pretty much without fail it was "the best night ever" - although recalling any actual details was beyond anyone.

Deals were done on tick. Money was left outstanding and threats rained in. Fortunately nothing bad ever happened really other than one guy getting caught by the police with about two pills (probably enough to get done for intent to supply - which they charged him with), he was very lucky though because having dropped the drugs one of the arresting officers placed the bags into his, asking "so, what's this" - his brief argued that was where the finger prints came from and case dismissed.

Most were kicked out after our first year. I left and went to a different united as the house I was doing was pointless and I'd banged an attendance of less than 10%... Substantially higher than some of my friends.

I tried my first e in what should have been our second year - now that I wasn't going to be sucked into a regular pattern, I was happy to give it a go. Post uni I had a job where cocaine was easily available... For the same reasons I said no then but tried it after.

Anyway, this was meant to be about Leeds Love parade... But waffle on. I will complete this, but have to get off my train now( and that's not a euphemism)...
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 20:44, Reply)