Tuesday, 26 June 2007

Narcotics Anonymous

As an ex-smoker, I’m afraid (to all you smokers) that I’m very glad the smoking ban is coming in on Sunday. Himself, however, thinks it’s scandalous. ‘Everyone should be allowed to smoke in a pub,’ he said. ‘You can’t just impose that sort of ban on everyone.’ Although, of course, that’s precisely what has happened.

If I was still smoking, I’d be jumping. But having spent the last 11 years avoiding smoky places, I don’t see why I shouldn’t be given the chance to enjoy going to those places now. It means that if I do, I don’t have to come home with my hair and clothes reeking. Himself thinks that smokers will now set up smoking dens – houses where people can go and drink and smoke to their hearts content. It’ll be interesting to see.

That got me thinking about other drugs. I’d class music as a drug – it’s addictive, it keeps me (and Himself) awake at nights, it’s mind altering (good music really does make me feel I can fly) and once a tune gets stuck in your head, it’s hell trying to get rid of it. (I currently have Supertramp’s Breakfast in America running round my head, having found the tape in the car last week.)

I did my share of illicit drugs when I was growing up. Not much but enough to realise that I didn’t want to make a habit of it. (Sorry, puns seem to be tripping off my fingers today.)

I had a boyfriend who was a criminal lawyer who had access to a lot of white stuff. It wasn’t a good idea, as it made him impossible to live with. But he tried to interest me in the stuff, so we did a few lines before meeting friends in the pub one night. I got to the pub and started sneezing. And sneezing. We were invited back to the friends for a meal and I couldn’t stop sneezing. In fact, I sneezed all night and finally had to be put to bed, worn out. Believe me, sneezing for 5 or 6 hours is not fun. Chris was concerned, but more pissed off at the World’s Most Expensive Sneeze.

I’ve never been that keen on drugs, though. I’m quite hyper enough without any artificial stimulants – I can’t even drink caffeine any more. But I was talking to a friend yesterday about narcotics, and that reminded me of a time in hospital when I was given a truth drug.
‘Whatever for?’ said my mate, her eyes growing larger.
‘They couldn’t figure out what had made me stop eating, and I didn’t trust anyone enough to tell them. So they said they’d give me this drug “to help me talk about my problems”. I was terrified, actually – I remember that. What an invasion of privacy! It’d be illegal now.’
‘I should think so. So what happened?’ she said, gulping the last of her coffee.
I thought back. ‘In retrospect it was quite funny. ‘By the time the day arrived, I was determined that I wouldn’t tell ANYONE ANYTHING.’ I laughed. ‘So I was taken into a room full of shrinks and nurses all ready to take notes, and had the injection,’
‘- And?’
‘I fielded all the questions with the skill of an ace cricketer, and finally they gave up. I was high as a kite for the rest of the day, ended up doing the Can Can on the ward tables that evening, and was still on the ceiling at around midnight. They decided they’d had enough then, gave me several horse pills and that knocked me out. I lost about half a stone that day.’
‘Not surprised,’ said my mate. ‘But what a waste – just think, you could have worked for MI5. No one could get any information out of you!’

And now I know where I’ve gone wrong all my life. I should be an undercover agent…..

6 comments:

Rebecca Taunton said...

Good grief! That's scandalous about prescribing "truth serum", even though it was a long time ago. What a horrible abuse of power. Glad you showed them! You've missed your calling FP!

As a non-smoker myself, I think that the ban is fantastic. Why should everyone suffer because one person has an addiction? I can only complain about the huge number of signs that we have to put up in the office!

Akelamalu said...

I gave up smoking 10 years ago and whilst I feel some empathy for smokers it will be fantastic to come home after a night out not reeking of fags!
I was always too scared to do any drugs, until I went to Amsterdam a few years ago and smoked pot. It was OK the first time, but the second time we went God knows what was in it but I spent two hours on a bar stool unable to move! Never again. :(

Flowerpot said...

God knows what that dope was mixed with, akelamalu. Strong stuff indeed! Wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Having been out walking Moll this afternoon, on the way back I keep seeing posters everywhere saying about the smoking ban on July 1st. Hooray!

Alice Band said...

Truth serum? Shades of Harry Potter if you ask me!

Miss Understood said...

Truth serum? That's scary.

Well, as a smoker who plans to quit on Sunday, I have mixed views. Obviously, people should not be forced to breathe other people's smoke - that goes without saying.
But would it really do any harm if there were a few back street locals, predominantly used by working men, which didn't have this ban imposed on them?

I also worry about the vast numbers of people who will be out on the streets in their drunken states on a Saturday night.

Having said all of that, this ban is going to be great for me on a personal level...as Im sure it will for so many others.

Flowerpot said...

Yes it was scary, but I have it on good authority that they don't do that any more, so at least no one else will have to go through it.
Good luck on giving up on Sunday, miss u. The first few days are the worst and after that you're out of the woods....