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One's own mortality..
Er, probably not the most upbeat of posts, to be honest. But one of the most real...

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Me and my mates have always drunkenly joked about our own mortality (or lack of it). The notion that we are immortal, no-one (or thang) can stop us, we are the un-dead.

How stupid were we! The teenage years provide one with so much bravado that the impossible seems a mere drip in the ocean of reality.

Commence the rolling down steep hills (Windsor Castle anyone?) in shopping trolleys, catapulting into nearby bushes to mask the fall, etc.

Were there injuries? Yes. Not mine tho. I wasn't silly enough to participate in the activities - i merely filmed it!

Youtube to follow.

Length? 2mins 35, if i remember rightly.

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Here's the morose note.......

My Dad's been diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer. That's a shit. He's also got secondary bone cancer. That's even WORSE! Has been having treatment for a year now but been getting progressively worse. Don't believe all the good you hear about the new prostate drug in the news, it can do nothing for advanced patients at the moment.

After medical advice we believe he may have a year with us at the most. I'm thankful i didn't take that time off travelling like i wanted to. USA & OZ is always there for me after all....

Sorry for the rant, it's just a real note at the end of a genial remark to QOTW. I know others have been through this too. It's just hard at 26 and being the youngest - a real Daddy's girl - no puns intended you dirties!

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(Wed 30th Jul 2008, 1:03, More)

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Mellow Yellow
Not sure if bindun yet?

Back in the hazy days of 1998 whilst I was still at secondary school, a rumour was going around that you could have a legal high with an oven and a certain type of fruit.

Smoking banana skins. Anyone remember it?

A bunch of mates and I duely bought some (well, enough to feed the monkey enclosure at London Zoo for a week) bananas, took them round to Gills house (the friend who ALWAYS had a free house as her parents worked away a lot as they were in the film industry), and started the experiment.

The idea was to put the banana-less skins in the oven, cook for 3-4 hours, scrape the black paste off, mix with tobacco and put in Rizlas to smoke.

It seemed to take an age for the banana skins to form the paste. That's because it did. It took so long that we whiled away the (6) hours by drinking alcohol.

When the paste had "set" (in reality turned to a black hard crust), we set about scraping it and making the cigarettes (the kicker being i don't even smoke!).
After about 4 of the home-made fags (smoked one after the other, passed between the 5 of us), and no effect whatsoever, we gave up.

Mellow Yellow, my arse. I'll be sticking to vodka in the future.


First post. Long, long time lurker.
Please be kind!
(Tue 29th Jul 2008, 0:32, More)