― gareth, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
The general perception is/was that Britain has no ‘culture of moderation’ in drink or drug use. Its strange approach to alcohol seems rather symptomatic–weird licensing laws that encourage binge drinking before closing time, kids not allowed in pubs giving booze ‘adult rite of passage’ pseudo-glamour’ etc.
The late-80s, early 90s saw a massive increase in illicit drug use right across young Britain. Cannabis and Ecstasy use soared, inevitably a percentage will go on to Cocaine and Heroin. Heroin use in Rotterdam and Amsterdam is far more visible than in Glasgow, but the latter has far more related fatalities. Yet when I worked there getting GPs to prescribe Methadone was an uphill struggle.
Incidentally two weeks, tragically, a young woman here in the Netherlands collapsed and died in a nightclub having taken Ecstasy. Her colleagues subsequently lost their jobs. They were all off-duty Policewomen.
― stevo, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Bill, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"In 1999, over seven tonnes of heroin were seized in the EU, of which one third was accountable to the United Kingdom."
umm, about two weeks ago. it's the only drug i take regularly, now; but yeah, you don't see it around very much, and i can't get hold of it in london at all. which is pretty annoying.
the other drug i haven't seen around much recently is acid. it seems that everyone just takes pills these days...
― toby, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Haven't seen speed in London for years - E and Coke have killed the market, I think. Acid = unprofitable for the dealer when compared with E etc., esp. when you consider that you'll prob. be in more trouble w/the filth for having blotters in yr pocket than you will for a wrap of charlie. When I used to gobble microdots for a living (a loooong time ago)I was once told that they were manufactured by the IRA!
― Andrew L, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― innocent middle-class boy, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kris, Monday, 3 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gareth, Monday, 3 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Monday, 3 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Monday, 3 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― alix, Monday, 3 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Waiting for the bus from my local Tube station back to my street. My brother just flew into town (this was yesterday, btw), and I'd been dragging him all over London just to keep him up to kick jetlag. We're sitting there waiting for a bus that's about three or four minutes out. Lots of people waiting, too.
These three kids, about fifteen or so, come up to me and start asking me where I live. I give them a general answer, but then they ask if I "puff up". No, I don't. Well, can I go get a package for them from this guy named Michael? No. One of the guys starts getting really in my face and verbally abusive, but I just let him do his schtick and ignore him. Finally the bus comes, we promptly get on-board, see that they aren't, and I call the local police.
Coercion of a random person on the street to complete a drug deal? Especially one who doesn't even do drugs casually? How fucking stupid can you get?
I know that just being all passive and waiting for the bus was probably the right choice, but of course in retrospect I wish that I had either gotten more threatening or sarcastic with them. But who knows - I certainly didn't want to risk getting stabbed or something. What's even more surprising in retrospect, though, is that with all those people standing around nearby, no one did anything or said anything to the kids - even after the one started getting abusive and shit.
― Girolamo Savonarola, Sunday, 28 March 2004 18:14 (twenty-one years ago)
Basically you did the best thing. Sarcasm is a lovely flower, but not worth dying for...
― mark grout (mark grout), Monday, 29 March 2004 09:27 (twenty-one years ago)
I have adopted this as my motto.
― smee (smee), Monday, 29 March 2004 09:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― suzy (suzy), Monday, 29 March 2004 09:40 (twenty-one years ago)