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Gibberings CXVIII: We used to score using phone boxes

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Power-tripping egomaniac edit: If you really want to, you can read the old thread here

eh, the mental and physical exhaustion in having to deal with the problem itself, often means you don't have the energy to do this kind of thing after. You're just so bloody relieved that it's all over and want to distance yourself from it and grab a more positive headspace

Very true, I would just be pretty angry they didn't spot it but yeah, I reckon yer prob right
 
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^ woke up this morn feeling like i'd been punched in the throat. heroin is such a good medicine for ear nose and throat stuff. 1st 3 days off work for a long time and i'm feeling a lil under the weather. praise be jesus that the christmas new year thing is done and dusted for a another while. next step my birthday. i wish it wasn't so close to christmas. may delay any celebrations until the end of jan...back to normality thank christ. now to make the routine. i'm off to a do a lil bit of crochet before i get stuck into my hovel. My christmas tree is still alive!! i'd best give it a dropeen of water
 
I'm still feeling pretty fragile after New Year as well. Trying to stay off weed at the same time isn't exactly helping :|

I think I'll need to take up weed after the 7th just to get my sleeping patterns back... Whenever I've got coursework due I get a chest infection, feels like someone is pouring lava down my gullet. Sorry excuse for a man.

What you get up to New Years?
 
I reckon I'll be back on the weed by the 7th. This isn't going well at all. I'm fucking rattling for a joint.

NYE I went to a house party, then went clubbing New Year's Day. Started about 5pm in one club, then onto another at 11, then back to the flat we'd originally been partying in at about 4am. Got home around 7/8pm on the 2nd absolutely fucking burst. Good times all round, severely suffering for it now though.
 
met a hilarious Leeds local in treatment, he had been on gear for about 15 years, lanky as fuck thick Yorkshire accent, and he had still never used a mobile phone =D bought his first one in 2011 while we were in Warrington, had been using phone boxes or just walking up to Chapeltown/wherever to score his whole life. Tbh during my brief stint on gear I used to just walk to the spot without ringing sometimes. Anyway, miss that guy <3

I remember the days of just wandering in to town or down the park to meet your mates, not having to arrange everything on the phone. And this was as a teenager when mobile phones were becoming pretty common, I had a 3310 but barely had to use it.. phones were just for just for texting girls, mates were always down the road somewhere, what happened?
 
The power of the mephedrone afterglow! I've given up drink and drugs for a bit. It already seems like forever since I polished off a bottle of Nigerian Foreign Extra Guinness (black, the colour of mourning) at about 1.30am.
 
I'm feeling fresh as a daisy after our 3 nights NYE celebrations.

Will have to get back on it at the weekend<3

Either you're being sarcastic or you're fitter than I am. Slow down, dude. Space your podgering.

tekkeN said:
I remember the days of just wandering in to town or down the park to meet your mates, not having to arrange everything on the phone. And this was as a teenager when mobile phones were becoming pretty common, I had a 3310 but barely had to use it.. phones were just for just for texting girls, mates were always down the road somewhere, what happened?

I think we must be fairly similar in terms of age, because I was in my teens when the big shift in the pace of life happened.

Though we both missed out on that proper MDMA...

jancrow said:
Nigerian Foreign Extra Guinness

Lovely drink. The colour of mourning, though? Am I making the right connection here, or reading too much into it? I can't even remember the sequence of events in my own life last year.

In any case, this should raise a smile: Schoolboy Dome: Angus Young Vs. Wee Jimmy Krankie
 
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Shit no, no actual deaths / major sorrows to report, just giving sobriety a stab for a bit in the hope that it will do me good over the next month or so. The Nigerian Guinness seemed like a great 'last drink' because it's strong, tasty, unusual and BLACK AS NIGHT.
 
Shit no, no actual deaths / major sorrows to report, just giving sobriety a stab for a bit in the hope that it will do me good over the next month or so. The Nigerian Guinness seemed like a great 'last drink' because it's strong, tasty, unusual and BLACK AS NIGHT.

You need to speak to farmaz about 'DSBM' (Depressing and Suicidal Black Metal) then. No gothery in this joint, ta very much.

"Following the Krankies' recent confession
that they're a pair of gang-bang filth bags,
I was reminded of a story an actor friend
told me that is apparently theatre legend.

The Krankies were backstage at their
theatre during Panto season, when a
crew member walked into their dressing
room, and found man Krankie "hanging out
the back of" small-woman cranky. And a
well-endowed member of the crew "with his
knob out at the other end".

When they realised there was someone else
there, little Janette Krankie removed
the large member from her mouth, smiled,
and said in her sweet Scottish droll
"Oh, aren't I a terrible flirt!"

I knew they were fucked up, but I really didn't have a clue. This is possibly old news, but it's made my day.
 
don't you just hate it when mobile phones go to fukery .

Can't believe we used to score using phone boxes 8(

Phone boxes..how very decadent, they were always too full of piss and vomit round my way :)

I vaguely remember just going round someones humble abode, or failing that just popping to the less savory end of town. Now it's all encrypted emails and the post office
 
I vaguely remember just going round someones humble abode, or failing that just popping to the less savory end of town. Now it's all encrypted emails and the post office

I used to live in said end of town, so it was just a case of going to the pub. Still is in some cases.

Though I'm now in a swankier postcode and I swear the corner shop is selling smack.
 
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