Me and my mates...
...used to like going camping in the woods. We'd invite anyone who wanted to come along, set up a big fire, get pissed, stoned and high, and fall asleep. No tents, just sleeping out in the warm summer night. Yay for living in rural devon where no-one calls the police, and even if they did they'd take 3 hours to get there.

Still, we never did any harm and it was nice sleeping out under the stars.

It was on one of these trips that I tried some cannabis. Pot really doesn't work on me, it just instantly knocks me out. I go into a deep deep sleep, but not really asleep, so I wake up and feel like I've been awake for 24 hours. Its rubbish. But this time I thought, ah, I'll give another go.

zonk. Straight to sleep.

Next morning I'm woken up by a dog licking my face as someone walks his dog, and all my mates have buggered off home. Great. So I stagger off to the nearest village, with a raging thirst, smelling of woodsmoke and a bit grimey. And Im exhausted, completely knackered. I stumble into the village shop and buy all I can afford - one of those horrible synthetic juice drinks in a plastic cup with a peel-back lid. I dont think you can even get them anymore, but they tasted of plastic and cost about 10p. I sat against the wall outside, peeled back the lid, and quenched my thirst.

And promptly fell asleep.

When I woke up a few hours later, sunburnt and uncomfortable, I found I had acquired a couple of quid in the cup I still held in my grimey hand.

Yay, unconscious begging.
(inflateable, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 20:42, 2 replies)

Oh...
'Calypso cups', I think. That takes me back.
(Ovaltina, Sun 5 Jul 2009, 3:10, closed)

That's them..!
...couldnt remember what they were called!
(inflateable, Sun 5 Jul 2009, 17:42, closed)