Booze and tobacco are the poison of choice here, despite having dabbled in hashish and pot occassionally - the latter always makes me terribly paranoid. Not sure if anything more potent wouldn't have even worse effects.

used to be a rther heavy drinker but i'm mellowed down somewhat. still love any kind of ber from the chaepest watery lagers to top quality ales. also love good red wines, italian valpolicellas and amarone being the favourites. not that much into strong liquors, with calvados and finnish brandy/vodka mix jaloviina being the exceptions. quit regular smoking in 2006, occasionally i enjoy a cigar.

as for drugs, been there, done that but not the worst stuff. a few mates of mine beginning to shoot smack by the early nineties and all the shit that came with it (dirt, guns, the ever-present threat of serious violence etc) scared the hell out of me. haven't been into any illegal substances since. never liked pot, made me too happy and slow, speed was my drug of choice.

I like a beer or two and the occasional stronger drink. And I've been a pothead for the last quarter of a century. I'm all too familiair with the cons but I'm still enjoying the pros (like Heikki rightly said it makes you "too happy and slow").

Booze mainly: whisk(e)y and beer. Wine rarely and for some strange fancy, Beefeater gin and tonic this evening, which so far feels like a mistake.

Speed/whizz when I was in my early twenties, maybe only a dozen times. Fantastic with Stella Artois and that ability to go up to any girl and seduce them, although the performance would never there, unlike that number one aphrodisiac and entry into your own deviant and fetish arena - cocaine. The hangovers afterwards were too much for me, a couple of 'em were more than enough.  And yes, those hookers from Birkenhead who stole my nubuck leather Lakeland jacket. I flushed what remained down the sink at work, one Sunday morning coming down, the Pogues Summer in Siam was playing on Radio 1, that was the last time they played a good record.

MDMA ecstasy and liquid form, in my mid-thirties. Some of it legal here in Holland at the time, but not for long. Too hit and miss, sometimes it was pristine, clean and all guey and lovely.  Other times just an empty fuzziness.  Sex Mob Does Bond and Beck's 'Sea Change' are the ultimate liquid MDMA bliss albums for your listening pleasure.

Pot, not my scene. Hippy shit going down, astral projecting after white widow, leprachauns following me home after hash chocolate cakes. The bass line and music? No, not for me.

Mushrooms, once, laughter, then fear. Walking around the Hague feeling I was a cartoon character 20 feet tall, later in the evening it had developed all the awe inspiring qualities of the Grand Canyon.

Cocaine and ultimate rare whiskies, Port Ellen 1982 spring distillation, nothing less than a 100 Euros a bottle. Fantastic time for about two years, staying out not for the night but days. Hyper-sexuality, the ultimate horn. Arriving at a Sunday morning and still in the same suit I left work on Friday in. I would of continued, but the band of plonkers I had set sail with turned out to be a bunch of con artists and the biggest twist was being laid on me. Plus kids, having a family and cocaine don't mix. I stopped before the eldest was born, never touched it since. Alcohol was terribly boring for about 18 months afterwards, then it found the nerve receptors again.

Its a pleasure to get a beer buzz again.

Last edited by macabee (2010-07-31 02:22:04)