Acieeeed!
Some people (most, perhaps?) should under no circumstances go near any drugs at all I'd say - including drinking, for definite. The explosions of drug-taking amongst 'fashionable people' in the 60s and in the rave era led to many unstable folks losing it, sometimes for ever. I know two people in this category and a host of 'nearlies'.

I also think the evangelical dribblings of drug bores are to a greater extent a load of old cock - however my own experiences were for the most part fucking hilarious, but also made me a touch less selfish and less blindly accepting of 'the way things (supposedly) are', and I'm grateful for them.

My older brother got pissed at my (staunchly middle class, clergy wife, Women's Institute) mother's a few weeks ago and accidentally told her that LSD was the best thing he'd ever done in his life. Twat.

....which brings me roundly back-on topic as one Xmas eve I dared him to go back to our parental home following an enormous afternoon in the pub catching up with old friends, to get my cocaine stash. He did, but fell over in front of my gran and was subsequently chased down the street by my mother (genuinely, I promise) brandishing a rolling pin.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 7 Nov 2007, 17:41, Reply)