Beige: "Init mate, I'm buzzing. The lights are gonna look mental at the disco! Hey, what do you mean "Bouldy's been done for acid"? He was only selling 'Trips', wasn't he?"
Yorkie: "Same thing, dude. I'm getting trails!! These strawberries are well-strong. I might take my other half now..."
Beige: "Yeah great. So acid is the same as a Trip?!"
Yorkie: "YEAH-MULLY-MULLY-MULLY. ACEEEEEEEED!"
Beige's Mind: "OK, that's Yorkie off his melon. Wtf have you done?!! Acid!! That's the stuff on the news, with the smiley yellow-face and all the whistles. Why have you just taken that, you dick-head? And what the bloody-hell are you giggling at now? It's your hand... Oh God, you not hearing me are you? You're a danger to yourself, you are. Who doesn't know that a 'Strawberry-double-dip Trip' and an Acid-tab, are the same thing.....?"
But nobody ever told me that they were also referred to as 'Acid'. I knew that name and I knew it was a serious drug! Not like the cheeky, little, double-dip-strawberry I had just put in my mouth. Oh fuck...
Well, it was too late to worry now, and at least it was a good way to get myself primed, for my first time on Acid. I just hope that Bouldy hasn't grassed anyone up....? OFF TO THE SCHOOL DISCO, BABY!!
Ha, we hit it pretty dam hard back in those days and it wasn't a rough school. I grew up in a nice area and the local comprehensive had a decent reputation. But all that meant nothing, the moment a guy called 'Goffin' entered our lives.
Goffin, or just Goff, ended up running off to Skegness to evade the police. Before this, he was our, trusty, local dealer. I say that as if I had been 'experimenting' for a while, but LSD was the first drug I ever had, even before weed!!!
Nothing like jumping in at the deep end, eh?
It always makes me laugh at myself, when I think of this anomaly and whenever I here people speak about 'Gate-way-drugs', I have to give a chuckle to my backwards ways. I went from class A, to Class C and stayed there quite content, in my little bubble.
My GCSE exam results were not the worst you have ever seen, but they did reflect the attention I gave to my school-work. I took 'Home-ed' for one of my subjects, I think that says it all rally. It was just so I could be in a class with all the girls and make food all afternoon. What a joke that was! I even made my main-project about the English breakfast and cooked myself many rounds of bacon, eggs and sausages. Dumb, but not stupid ;)
My crowning achievement was in Science, where I managed to get a 'B'!!
A double 'B', actually... Don't ask me why, but that is what it says and when it is your only good grade, you shut the fuck-up and take it. I honestly paid no more attention in Science-class, than I did in any other(OK, maybe not as bad as Home-ed, but that deserves to have the piss taken out-of-it). How I managed that grade, I will never know, but maybe that's why I liked ingesting chemicals so much? As crazy as all that was, back then, we all came out OK. We have all grown-up a lot, since house-parties and drinking bottles of 'Castaway', under the bridge. I may have messed up my education and not achieved anything near my potential, but I wouldn't have swapped it for the world. My friends were my family and I loved being with my mates.
We only ever went as far as experimenting with 'speed', but the phase didn't last long and anyway, I couldn't stand Techno-music!
The School-disco, was indeed my first taste of the swinging-sixties-revival, that had hit this quiet part of little-Britain, But it was definitely not my last. The disco itself went really well and from what I do remember, I got a bollocking from Mr Steven, or 'Pysco-Stevens as we liked to call him.
The ginger-twat made me stand out-side the doors of the disco and watch everyone dancing away to tunes, like 90's smash-hit, 'No Limits'(You know, the one by those crazy Dutch bastards, '2-Unlimited').
Thinking back, the teacher would have known that we were all smashed out of our faces. After all, they had one of our top-boys in the headmasters office, turning-out his pockets. Bouldy only ever got a weeks suspension from school and a caution from the police. So that meant that we all still had our middle-man and for a 'free-one' Bouldy was all-too-happy to go see Goffin, or one of the other loonies that used to hang-out at 'Starkade' every evening. If you saw a white Ford Escort, XR31, you knew Goffin was around.
"Get ya £2.50's ready, its party time!!"
Like I said, I loved these days of my life and it is a pleasure to relive them again. Whenever I have chance, I will write the next episode and believe me when I say that there are plenty to choose from. Maybe I will tell you about the time when Myself and my best-mate, 'Buzz', went to the local cemetery, in the middle of the night, after taking another acid-tab or maybe the time we gutted Buzz's bedroom and turned it into a dance-floor, with dance platforms that lined the room and cargo netting on the roof! He even turned his spare room into a fucking chill-out room, with fans and comfy seating! Considering we were 15-years-old, at the time, it should be remembered that this was done at his parents house. And the rave (and I mean RAVE, with public disturbance orders and all), went on until the sun came up.
Yes I think either of those would do, for episode #2. The night at the cemetery, was by far the most shit-scary moment I have ever experienced and a tale that will give you a good laugh.
In fact I will let you decide(If anyone bothers to read this post...). Cemetery? Or House Party? It's up to you...
Plus, now I have gotten the introductions out of the way, I can get straight on with the stories.
Hope you have enjoyed looking into the past of a cheeky-little School-boy, nic-named Beige.
Please support my post about Deborah Milazo, who has had her Child taken away from her and much more besides. All at the hands of Edinburgh Council, Scotland.
If you live in the UK, you can also support, ex-policeman, John Wedger's protest walk that is being done to highlight the problems faced by police-whistleblowers exposing child-abuse.
Imagined by Rebel Dan. PTYAY
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