I had always wanted to try cannabis. I bumped into some friends who were passing a joint around. I tried it. I wasn't sure if or not I liked it, so I tried it again. I thought I liked it, so I bought some hash of my own to make sure. Then I bought some more. Then I got asked if I had any to sell. So I bought some more, and I sold some more, and I met people who were taking acid and speed, so first I tried some acid, then I tried some speed, what I really wanted was Ecstasy only nobody seemed to have any, anyway, I finished uni, spent some time on the dole with the intent of becoming a New Age Traveller, took a trip to Amsterdam and sampled some supposed cocaine on the way, did a six-month stint in the South of France, managed to find a supply of hash, and a couple of punters desperate enough to buy a gram off me and let me smoke the whole lot with them, back to Blighty and back to the Parents, slowly began re-learning to speak English while drunk, got a job, moved out again, scored some more hash, had a flatmate move in who smoked the stuff, developed new connections, finally managed to score E, much raving followed, Ecstasy, acid, coke, speed, always intimate venues, squat parties, sometime in the midst of all this I met Jess, changed jobs, tried even more drugs including heroin. And got introduced to someone who knows someone who grows weed and has ..... shall we say ..... customers who are in the music business, and should know their stuff. So to answer my original question, yes, I probably did like cannabis.
Actually, I think if I had discovered heroin while in my old job, I would have given in to it quickly, because I really was that miserable. The person who introduced me to it, bless her little cotton socks, knew then just how miserable I was, and deliberately waited until I was in a Good Place first, managing somehow to conceal the fact that she had been using on and off all the time. As a consequence of all which, I ended up paying off my mortgage early, not losing the roof over my head with a spiralling habit. Set and setting, peeps ..... set and setting, every time.