Have you ever been b*llocked by your parents for doing Persians?

Ripped through some beans and some acid one time, when I was about 14 or so, and the party got broken up. Had to go home. It was awful. That scene in Trainspotting with the child on the ceiling - I didn’t have those sorts of hallucinations but rather rolling around in bed trying to pull it together but unable to do so. Kept telling myself, stop grinding your teeth stop grinding your teeth only to realize I’d been grinding them away the entire time.

Came very close to popping down the stairs and waking the ’rents up - “I need help”. Was a mess. Total mare. Survived, thankfully, but certainly dumber for it. Never touched the tabs ever again.

That’s as close to parent stuff but I’m sure they know far more than I realize. I thought I was slick. I was not.

Wasily I had to do a double take there like

The best nights I’ve had out have been Shroom related. From Festivals to Amsterdam they are a fucking good laugh.

My brother sold me out to my folks because I was the golden child and kept it on the low down. Didn’t really get the bollocking from them as a result.

Although for my 21st I had a party at home and my brother gave my old dear half a cheeky. I was more shocked and disappointed if the truth be told!

No….I never got caught when living at home, and after I moved out, it was none of their business.

Got caught by my mum smoking weed when I was younger. My argument was that it was better than going out getting drunk and getting into fights. Think I won that one!

Never got caught but still don’t know how they didn’t what I was up to. Acid on Fridays & then pills on Saturdays and not returning home until Sunday evening to a microwave roast telling them I’ve been on the beer all weekend. It wasn’t until the late 90’s when my flat mate let my mum into my bedroom where I was halfway through rolling a joint. All she said was “I don’t mind that” all because she worked in a care home which had loads of MS sufferers and they used to take it to ease their symptoms.

Mad_Cyril That’s a fucking belter, MC!

Got banged up by the rozzers for a few hours for dealing weed to a few mates. My mum had to come and pick me up. My cell had the word ‘shitty’ daubed on the wall with a big blob of shit dotting the i. Decided I would leave dealing to the local gypsies.

Millsy

A good friend was arrested, high as all hell, and he was annoyed with the cops so he took a shit on the cell floor and pissed on it like a rabid animal. The loon

that reminds of when a friend of mine who bought some decks & mixer on a dodgy credit card and asked a local courier to go up to London to pick them up. My mate got a phone from the courier when he got back saying he had the decks & he could collect them. I went with him to the house to collect them. I waited in the van then all of a sudden i was surrounded by Police, arrested then both of us taken to the police staition(separately). The next morning we were both taken up to London again in separate cars for questioning. While this was going on my parents had knock on the door after midnight with a search warrant to search the house looking for stolen credit cards. My mate took the blame for the whole lot and was fined. I was let off completely for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. My parents went mental when i got home.

My prison days are where I got my 1,000 yard stare from. Thankfully a 3 hour stint in aldershot police station was not enough time to have to ’toss someone’s salad’ and I was let out on good behaviour. But prison stays with you, man.

I’ve been on a prison cell overnight twice. Once in London and once in Estonia. The Estonian one was for possession and I’ve never been so fucking scared in my life. The cell was absolutely fucking disgusting and the police were violent cunts. The British Consulate were superb - I expected to have to go to court four weeks later, but the Consulate phoned me to say they had some bad news - I nearly passed out - the bad news was a €600 fine with no criminal conviction - how is that bad news. The best money I’ve ever spent.

Dubman mate of mine put a lad through a shop window and the glass sythed down from the top of the pane and almost decapitated the lad. Rumbles in town really are the pits and I’m glad you’ve learned from it mate while others haven’t.

Millsy
It was all captured on CCTV. It really did change my life. I stopped drinking alcohol for many years and still hardly drink at all unless it’s a special occasion.

A night in the cell is compulsory growing up isn’t it? I got my night running along cars in Wolverhampton. When handcuffs were on I kept complaining that I couldn’t eat my kebab with cuffs on. Waking up the following morning in a cell didn’t feel good. I was supposed to pick up some gear that night too, glad I got pissed and couldn’t be arsed to go get it, otherwise could have been a different outcome!