Child drug addicts
A judge said yesterday:
"Very frequently children as young as 12 appear before my court with drug and alcohol addictions. The drugs involved are serious drugs, it is not just cannabis."
Fucking hell. When I was a lad the best we could do was put our money together to buy a pot of UHU glue and take turns sniffing it. Now these little fuckers are snorting coke and all sorts.
I blame the parents. If you give your child enough pocket money to support a serious drug addiction then the buck has to stop with you I'm afraid.
Haven't they heard of moderation?
That said I once had an addiction when I was a lad. There was a shop which sold sweets from those big old jars. The bloke had a ladder to get to the top shelves where he kept the special bonbons and blackjacks. Anyway, there was a jar which contained a chocolate fudge kind of thing.
Looking back now it was probably the scuttery old bits of nougat and caramel that fell on the floor covered in the left over chocolate. It was delicious though.
Because this particular sweet was no uniform in shape and was all twisted and curly we called it poo. It looked like poo.
I was a poo addict. I kicked the habit though after hitting rock bottom but I'm still quite partial to the odd vomit drop now and again.
"Very frequently children as young as 12 appear before my court with drug and alcohol addictions. The drugs involved are serious drugs, it is not just cannabis."
Fucking hell. When I was a lad the best we could do was put our money together to buy a pot of UHU glue and take turns sniffing it. Now these little fuckers are snorting coke and all sorts.
I blame the parents. If you give your child enough pocket money to support a serious drug addiction then the buck has to stop with you I'm afraid.
Haven't they heard of moderation?
That said I once had an addiction when I was a lad. There was a shop which sold sweets from those big old jars. The bloke had a ladder to get to the top shelves where he kept the special bonbons and blackjacks. Anyway, there was a jar which contained a chocolate fudge kind of thing.
Looking back now it was probably the scuttery old bits of nougat and caramel that fell on the floor covered in the left over chocolate. It was delicious though.
Because this particular sweet was no uniform in shape and was all twisted and curly we called it poo. It looked like poo.
I was a poo addict. I kicked the habit though after hitting rock bottom but I'm still quite partial to the odd vomit drop now and again.














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