Okay, okay, I'm through with dumping old postings from one blog to another for now.
I wanted to get this message up for once & for all:
This blog here is just my old stuff.
FOR THE NEW, DAILY PROPER BLOG GO TO
http://gledwood2.blogspot.com
Thank y'all...............
Sunday, 21 January 2007
Saturday, 20 January 2007
Not Homeless
Not Homeless
Mood: chillin'
Now Playing: still not playing.
Topic: Daily Doings
1. Re the bin-diving/etc, (see below) the word in question is "freegan".
2. I dunno why I call this guy Crackhead of the Century. Saddo of the Century would be more appropriate. He was still out begging change at 4am. Someone (whom he knows) ran off with the previous tenner he made. What can I say? Also (re some past happenings) he is either mentally retarded or a stirrer of "muck" par excellence—got me in real trouble one time.
3. I've not been chucked out. Yet.
Wahey!!
PS If you want a laugh, click on this: http://www.usdoj.gov/dea/fugitives/internl/internllist.htm & have a gorp at some "international fugitives" from justice. Elizabeth & Fritz Otte —what are they wanted for? Robbing a Sue Ryder shop??
Posted by gledwood at 12:28 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 12:50 PM GMT
Mood: chillin'
Now Playing: still not playing.
Topic: Daily Doings
1. Re the bin-diving/etc, (see below) the word in question is "freegan".
2. I dunno why I call this guy Crackhead of the Century. Saddo of the Century would be more appropriate. He was still out begging change at 4am. Someone (whom he knows) ran off with the previous tenner he made. What can I say? Also (re some past happenings) he is either mentally retarded or a stirrer of "muck" par excellence—got me in real trouble one time.
3. I've not been chucked out. Yet.
Wahey!!
PS If you want a laugh, click on this: http://www.usdoj.gov/dea/fugitives/internl/internllist.htm & have a gorp at some "international fugitives" from justice. Elizabeth & Fritz Otte —what are they wanted for? Robbing a Sue Ryder shop??
Posted by gledwood at 12:28 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 12:50 PM GMT
Freakin' Clean: Clean Freak
Tuesday, 9 January 2007
Freakin' Clean: Clean Freak
Mood: crushed out
Now Playing: Que Sera Sera
Topic: Daily Doings
HI PEOPLE. I got myself in a tailspin earlier. I wish I hadn't spent so much of my life being depressed sometimes; it means I can launch right back into all the old negative thoughts with a fingersnap's notice. The guy I named Crackhead of the Century went "yeah, right," under his breath when I said I hadn't got 50p to spare earlier on and I had to seriously keep my hands to myself.
What I did to cure it all was eat my "junkie sausages & bakedbeans" (the recipe's given in "topics" list under Junkie Cookery if you want a laugh. My twist on sausages & beans (for those impatient with the cooking) is you brown the outside then chop 'em up & upend them, searing the resulting little sections. Goes all lovely & crunchie. Yummmm.) & then I slept for a couple of hours. And now I feel a lot better.
As I say I've made a huge effort lately not to be living like a glorified down-&-out (albeit with my own little roof over my head). My clothes are clean. I have on Puma trakkie bottoms the same colour blue as my blog background — a beautifully clean and laundered cobalt blue. I have on a black hoodie, that is also (fairly) freshly washed (well, a week ago and that's good for me, believe!) My trainers (sneakers) are scummy though. Silver Nikes I've overworn but I've another pair I'm saving up for when these really disintegrate. (I barely ever buy clothes but people have been incredibly generous with me. I'm nowadays wearing pretty much the kind of stuff I'd choose if I had the choice... I have some very generous friends (one in particular, Mr Dodger, has a habit of bin-diving. There's a word for this when you live on stuff others have chucked out... but it escapes me. When the expression does come back to me I'll post it. It's been on the radio & in all the papers. The newest, most ecosound way of living.)
Okay, I've a hit waiting for me then I'm going to reorganize the last of my stuff. After that, que sera sera, as Doris Day trilled. Whatever will be will be...
... The future's not ours to see ...
... Que sera ...
... sera!!
& now to quote Bazil Brush:—
"Boom-boom!"
Posted by gledwood at 1:14 AM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 1:38 AM GMT
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 2:14 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
You are indeed fortunate to be well-supplied with clothes! Who was it that once said, "clothes make the man"? 'Tis true.
Hmmm ... I'll have to check out that Junkie Cookery! Sounds quite lovely ...
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 2:43 AM GMT
Name: "istanbulwitch"
Home Page: http://istanbulwitchy.blogger.com
E-Mail: z_aksoy@yahoo.com
Hey dude,
I am here, I am reading your blog, I haven't disappeared.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 4:10 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
1. Glad you're not homeless
2. I like my suasages like that.....we will have to have a blog bbq in the summer
3. please send some bin divers my way; they may get rid of some of that rubbish being dumped outside our fence
4. What a brilliant impersonator you are esp. the Basil Brush one...your voice was a bit deep for Doris Day LOL
5. Gotta dash; it's started pissing down with rain and I've got all the upstairs windows open
Raindrops keep falling on my head..la..la..la..lala.la.la.lala
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 8:54 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
"...hi-di-hi campers..."
How about my Ruth Madoc impersonation?
Gleds
xx
Freakin' Clean: Clean Freak
Mood: crushed out
Now Playing: Que Sera Sera
Topic: Daily Doings
HI PEOPLE. I got myself in a tailspin earlier. I wish I hadn't spent so much of my life being depressed sometimes; it means I can launch right back into all the old negative thoughts with a fingersnap's notice. The guy I named Crackhead of the Century went "yeah, right," under his breath when I said I hadn't got 50p to spare earlier on and I had to seriously keep my hands to myself.
What I did to cure it all was eat my "junkie sausages & bakedbeans" (the recipe's given in "topics" list under Junkie Cookery if you want a laugh. My twist on sausages & beans (for those impatient with the cooking) is you brown the outside then chop 'em up & upend them, searing the resulting little sections. Goes all lovely & crunchie. Yummmm.) & then I slept for a couple of hours. And now I feel a lot better.
As I say I've made a huge effort lately not to be living like a glorified down-&-out (albeit with my own little roof over my head). My clothes are clean. I have on Puma trakkie bottoms the same colour blue as my blog background — a beautifully clean and laundered cobalt blue. I have on a black hoodie, that is also (fairly) freshly washed (well, a week ago and that's good for me, believe!) My trainers (sneakers) are scummy though. Silver Nikes I've overworn but I've another pair I'm saving up for when these really disintegrate. (I barely ever buy clothes but people have been incredibly generous with me. I'm nowadays wearing pretty much the kind of stuff I'd choose if I had the choice... I have some very generous friends (one in particular, Mr Dodger, has a habit of bin-diving. There's a word for this when you live on stuff others have chucked out... but it escapes me. When the expression does come back to me I'll post it. It's been on the radio & in all the papers. The newest, most ecosound way of living.)
Okay, I've a hit waiting for me then I'm going to reorganize the last of my stuff. After that, que sera sera, as Doris Day trilled. Whatever will be will be...
... The future's not ours to see ...
... Que sera ...
... sera!!
& now to quote Bazil Brush:—
"Boom-boom!"
Posted by gledwood at 1:14 AM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 1:38 AM GMT
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 2:14 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
You are indeed fortunate to be well-supplied with clothes! Who was it that once said, "clothes make the man"? 'Tis true.
Hmmm ... I'll have to check out that Junkie Cookery! Sounds quite lovely ...
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 2:43 AM GMT
Name: "istanbulwitch"
Home Page: http://istanbulwitchy.blogger.com
E-Mail: z_aksoy@yahoo.com
Hey dude,
I am here, I am reading your blog, I haven't disappeared.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 4:10 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
1. Glad you're not homeless
2. I like my suasages like that.....we will have to have a blog bbq in the summer
3. please send some bin divers my way; they may get rid of some of that rubbish being dumped outside our fence
4. What a brilliant impersonator you are esp. the Basil Brush one...your voice was a bit deep for Doris Day LOL
5. Gotta dash; it's started pissing down with rain and I've got all the upstairs windows open
Raindrops keep falling on my head..la..la..la..lala.la.la.lala
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 8:54 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
"...hi-di-hi campers..."
How about my Ruth Madoc impersonation?
Gleds
xx
Eviction Threat
Monday, 8 January 2007
Eviction Threat
Mood: irritated
Now Playing: with the Hoover
Topic: Daily Doings
THIS TIME TOMORROW I could be homeless. "Could be" is the operative expression; it's my landlord's threat. He says I must tidy up my room by 8am tomorrow and unusually for him (he does nothing in an organized fashion usually) the threat is put in writing in a one-sentence letter. Yes, that makes it more legally serious, I know.
I don't get on with my landord. I am recovering from severe problems with depression and just not coping. [I just read this back: I mean I'm recovering from the not coping+depression. Not I was depressed & I'm still not coping. Okay?] As I've hinted before I literally gave up on life a while ago— almost completely. I ended up in a room full of clutter (it had all gone in my friends' shed during the months I was homeless and the years I spent with Nutnut but it had to come back to me eventually. And I was in no right mind really to deal with it when it did.) And the problem just exacerbated. Eventually I did clear the room ship-shape so most of that old clutter's long gone.
The council have me down as "vulnerable". I'd not have been housed otherwise. But when "vulnerable" shows its true "vulnerable" colours, the same council that demanded vulnerability as a box-ticking manoevre don't want to deal with its untidy actuality.
I've an Everest mound of washing in the middle of the floor. A load of books is next to it. The pile has toppled. The bin also I knocked over during my yesterday's efforts at cleaning. So he looks at this and doesn't see my effort, he only sees my mess.
It's going to take me an hour or so to get my room all ship-shape for his inspection.
And then, tomorrow morning, I hopefully won't be homeless.
Posted by gledwood at 5:13 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 1:53 AM GMT
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 11:48 PM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Best of luck to you, Gledwood. At least cleaning the room will be easier than getting clean from addiction. My problems with alcohol addiction prove that.
I too have a mess to clean up, but mine is outside. I haven't cleared the yard of leaves, fallen branches and assorted yard waste from the summer and fall.
This landlord of yours does not sound live a very nice guy. That is dreadful.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 1:12 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Thanks! It's 1:20am I'm just about to clear my floor (looks lovely when it's done) in earnest. And find a hiding place for hammy.
Gleds
Eviction Threat
Mood: irritated
Now Playing: with the Hoover
Topic: Daily Doings
THIS TIME TOMORROW I could be homeless. "Could be" is the operative expression; it's my landlord's threat. He says I must tidy up my room by 8am tomorrow and unusually for him (he does nothing in an organized fashion usually) the threat is put in writing in a one-sentence letter. Yes, that makes it more legally serious, I know.
I don't get on with my landord. I am recovering from severe problems with depression and just not coping. [I just read this back: I mean I'm recovering from the not coping+depression. Not I was depressed & I'm still not coping. Okay?] As I've hinted before I literally gave up on life a while ago— almost completely. I ended up in a room full of clutter (it had all gone in my friends' shed during the months I was homeless and the years I spent with Nutnut but it had to come back to me eventually. And I was in no right mind really to deal with it when it did.) And the problem just exacerbated. Eventually I did clear the room ship-shape so most of that old clutter's long gone.
The council have me down as "vulnerable". I'd not have been housed otherwise. But when "vulnerable" shows its true "vulnerable" colours, the same council that demanded vulnerability as a box-ticking manoevre don't want to deal with its untidy actuality.
I've an Everest mound of washing in the middle of the floor. A load of books is next to it. The pile has toppled. The bin also I knocked over during my yesterday's efforts at cleaning. So he looks at this and doesn't see my effort, he only sees my mess.
It's going to take me an hour or so to get my room all ship-shape for his inspection.
And then, tomorrow morning, I hopefully won't be homeless.
Posted by gledwood at 5:13 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 1:53 AM GMT
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 11:48 PM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Best of luck to you, Gledwood. At least cleaning the room will be easier than getting clean from addiction. My problems with alcohol addiction prove that.
I too have a mess to clean up, but mine is outside. I haven't cleared the yard of leaves, fallen branches and assorted yard waste from the summer and fall.
This landlord of yours does not sound live a very nice guy. That is dreadful.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 1:12 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Thanks! It's 1:20am I'm just about to clear my floor (looks lovely when it's done) in earnest. And find a hiding place for hammy.
Gleds
Friends' Blogs and Links
Monday, 8 January 2007
Friends' Blogs & Links
Mood: a-ok
Now Playing: Mellow Yellow
Topic: Daily Doings
RIGHTY-HO FOLKS; I've just spent ages tinkering with that huge list of links you see to your right. A huge, yet in many ways barely started list of links. Because I'm planning to develop a comprehensive library of the absolute best links for druggie addiction and related topics. Which will take quite some time. BTW if anyone knows a good drugs info website not there, would you please be so kind as to tell me? Also one question: what's the American national antidrugs info society (there must be at least one) called? Or is it the one I've already got up there: the Thingie for a DrugFree America? or the National Institute of Drug Abuse? Isn't there any other one? Ours is called Frank (The National Drugs Helpline). Now I have googled this without the success I'd hoped for, but I'm looking for national equivalents to this accross the English-speaking world.
So if you know a link (or just the name of a famous drug help agency or drug info network, Comments please! And don't worry about stating the obvious. If I've not listed it, I don't know it.
Re the blogs I've resorted and categorized. Yes I know a few of yous might laugh at being called "normal"...! But you are normal compared to me.
Basically the new categories go • Druggie and using (like me (ie Chipper)) • Druggie past; trying to stop or successfully stopped • Normal people's blog-journals • News-oriented blogs (Power&Control) ... & lastly • Wonderblogs; these are ones that aim to bring a little magic into your life. Not personal diaries so much as ideas resources, plumpiemousian dreams, ginger cats' purrings, etc...
The blogs listed are the ones I'm reading. I hope you have fun with them too.
Gledwood
xx
Posted by gledwood at 2:13 PM GMT
Updated: Monday, 8 January 2007 2:31 PM GMT
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 3:01 PM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue...Eyes lol"
Nice work Gled.......nothing like a good sort out. Knackering tho isn't it!
Thanks for listing me....normal will do for me! ;)
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 3:17 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Ha-har!!
& wow, you were online same time as me!!
Tell me if you see this...!
Gleds——xx
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 8:58 PM GMT
Name: "Ivy"
Home Page: http://nostoppingplace.blogspot.com
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 8:59 PM GMT
Name: "anonymous"
"Ivy" wrote:
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 8:59 PM GMT
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 12:13 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Yeah, I think the biggest and most prominent anti-drug NGO (Non-Governmental Organization) in the States would have to be the www.drugfreeamerica.org" target="_blank">Partnership for a Drug-Free America. You can read about it on Wikipedia as well. The US government's bloated anti-drug bureaucracy is the www.usdoj.gov/dea" target="_blank">Drug Enforcement Administration, or DEA.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 1:44 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Hey what's this thing with the empty comment boxes? Is something going wrong or are you 'avin a laarf? Don't tell my Lycos has gone dodgy AGAIN...
!!
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 12:57 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
It's next day now... I just had a look at and pasted up that DEA site. It is very entertaining. Like something out of a comic book..! I'm going to post something on my views on American law quite soon. To us Europeans it seems utterly draconian, seriously!!
Friends' Blogs & Links
Mood: a-ok
Now Playing: Mellow Yellow
Topic: Daily Doings
RIGHTY-HO FOLKS; I've just spent ages tinkering with that huge list of links you see to your right. A huge, yet in many ways barely started list of links. Because I'm planning to develop a comprehensive library of the absolute best links for druggie addiction and related topics. Which will take quite some time. BTW if anyone knows a good drugs info website not there, would you please be so kind as to tell me? Also one question: what's the American national antidrugs info society (there must be at least one) called? Or is it the one I've already got up there: the Thingie for a DrugFree America? or the National Institute of Drug Abuse? Isn't there any other one? Ours is called Frank (The National Drugs Helpline). Now I have googled this without the success I'd hoped for, but I'm looking for national equivalents to this accross the English-speaking world.
So if you know a link (or just the name of a famous drug help agency or drug info network, Comments please! And don't worry about stating the obvious. If I've not listed it, I don't know it.
Re the blogs I've resorted and categorized. Yes I know a few of yous might laugh at being called "normal"...! But you are normal compared to me.
Basically the new categories go • Druggie and using (like me (ie Chipper)) • Druggie past; trying to stop or successfully stopped • Normal people's blog-journals • News-oriented blogs (Power&Control) ... & lastly • Wonderblogs; these are ones that aim to bring a little magic into your life. Not personal diaries so much as ideas resources, plumpiemousian dreams, ginger cats' purrings, etc...
The blogs listed are the ones I'm reading. I hope you have fun with them too.
Gledwood
xx
Posted by gledwood at 2:13 PM GMT
Updated: Monday, 8 January 2007 2:31 PM GMT
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 3:01 PM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue...Eyes lol"
Nice work Gled.......nothing like a good sort out. Knackering tho isn't it!
Thanks for listing me....normal will do for me! ;)
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 3:17 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Ha-har!!
& wow, you were online same time as me!!
Tell me if you see this...!
Gleds——xx
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 8:58 PM GMT
Name: "Ivy"
Home Page: http://nostoppingplace.blogspot.com
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 8:59 PM GMT
Name: "anonymous"
"Ivy" wrote:
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 8:59 PM GMT
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 12:13 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Yeah, I think the biggest and most prominent anti-drug NGO (Non-Governmental Organization) in the States would have to be the www.drugfreeamerica.org" target="_blank">Partnership for a Drug-Free America. You can read about it on Wikipedia as well. The US government's bloated anti-drug bureaucracy is the www.usdoj.gov/dea" target="_blank">Drug Enforcement Administration, or DEA.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 1:44 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Hey what's this thing with the empty comment boxes? Is something going wrong or are you 'avin a laarf? Don't tell my Lycos has gone dodgy AGAIN...
!!
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 12:57 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
It's next day now... I just had a look at and pasted up that DEA site. It is very entertaining. Like something out of a comic book..! I'm going to post something on my views on American law quite soon. To us Europeans it seems utterly draconian, seriously!!
Blogspot... more...
Monday, 8 January 2007
Blogspot... more
Mood: caffeinated
Now Playing: the tantrum has passed...
Topic: Daily Doings
THANKS FOR THE BLOGSPOT REPLIES. Hope I wasn't too offputting with my ranting. Sometimes I spend quite a long time pondering what I'm going to say... only for said comment to have to go unposted... that does drive me up the wall!!!
Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 11:48 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
Believe me it's a right pain BEING a blogspot blogger; there have been sooooo many problems.
Take care
Rx
Yep, I think you said it all, Ruth!
When I'd decided to do this blog (bear in mind I'm someone who's very lazy, but when I do make up my mind to do something nothing gets in my way, does that make any sense?) so I thought, Who's best known - ie who will best promote my blog? Ah! Google! (How naïve was I then??!) So I googled, 'google blog' and got to blogspot. Went through fairly lengthy registry process. Even put in a short blog entry.
Then when I try to log back in... can't do it.
They repeatedly asked for a username I hadn't given.
Eventually (and this was at long last, maybe an hour later during which time I'd smoked about 12 cigarettes and hit the ceiling) a help page told me my username was the email address I'd given.
To cut a long story short, google blogspot let me open THREE blogs using the SAME username and password (totally not knowing; it's their fault not mine). NONE of these blogs would subsequently log in. Oh I tell a lie. I ONCE got into ONE of them. And most annoyingly of all this was using up the treasured domain names I really wanted, because once I'd attempted blog one with one name obviously blog 2 had to be called something different.
That's what put me off blogspot right from the beginning. So I "know your pain", folks!
Posted by gledwood at 10:44 AM GMT
Updated: Monday, 8 January 2007 10:56 AM GMT
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 12:04 PM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Morning Gledwood....is that your real name by the way? It's very unusal. Holly isn't mine...I had the same bloody problem as you...had a great blog name but it all got mucked up while I was setting it up and I ended up picking HBE which I don't like at all...I just wanted Holly Blue because of the butterfly with that name which I love, but someone else had that so I just stuck eyes on the end of it!!......nem mind...I'd like to change it but I'm stuck with it now.
I visited that Antartica site you mentioned....wow it is fantastic isn't it. The photographs are amazing, the natural beauty in this world never fails to impress and excite me. Thanks for telling me about it.
How are you Gled...I continue to be lost for words as I read about what you go through being an addict. I feel for you... From reading your blog I am begining to understand what it is like to be so addicted... I find it horrifying and upsetting.
Do you ever see a day when you will be clean Gled? Or are you resigned to this.
I personally know two people, a father and a daughter who were both addicts and managed to turn their lives around. (She sang at my wedding and he was invoved in the service.) They went to a place called Yeldall.....I don't know if you are familiar with it. I know they have a lot of success there. I'll give you the link to their site, it's not completely up and running but there is some information there for you to get a good idea about the place. the address is www.yeldall.org.uk .
I have known about this place since Iwas a child, and knowing about it's fantastic reputation... I just feel it would be wrong of me not to mention it to you....I hope you don't mind. I'll just shut up and keep my nose out if you want me to, but I feel I want to help you, and I don't know what else I can do. It is very difficult knowing there is a good soul out there not living the life that was intended for him ....you deserve more than this...well that's what I think anyway.
I'n my thoughts Gled.... ;)
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 2:54 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
"Holly Blue" wrote:
Morning Gledwood....is that your real name by the way? It's very unusal. Holly isn't mine...I had the same bloody problem as you...had a great blog name but it all got mucked up while I was setting it up and I ended up picking HBE which I don't like at all...I just wanted Holly Blue because of the butterfly with that name which I love, but someone else had that so I just stuck eyes on the end of it!!......nem mind...I'd like to change it but I'm stuck with it now.
I visited that Antartica site you mentioned....wow it is fantastic isn't it. The photographs are amazing, the natural beauty in this world never fails to impress and excite me. Thanks for telling me about it.
How are you Gled...I continue to be lost for words as I read about what you go through being an addict. I feel for you... From reading your blog I am begining to understand what it is like to be so addicted... I find it horrifying and upsetting.
Do you ever see a day when you will be clean Gled? Or are you resigned to this.
I personally know two people, a father and a daughter who were both addicts and managed to turn their lives around. (She sang at my wedding and he was invoved in the service.) They went to a place called Yeldall.....I don't know if you are familiar with it. I know they have a lot of success there. I'll give you the link to their site, it's not completely up and running but there is some information there for you to get a good idea about the place. the address is www.yeldall.org.uk .
I have known about this place since Iwas a child, and knowing about it's fantastic reputation... I just feel it would be wrong of me not to mention it to you....I hope you don't mind. I'll just shut up and keep my nose out if you want me to, but I feel I want to help you, and I don't know what else I can do. It is very difficult knowing there is a good soul out there not living the life that was intended for him ....you deserve more than this...well that's what I think anyway.
I'n my thoughts Gled.... ;)
Hi HollyBlue... I'm okay. Apart from getting very wound up by commentboxes yesterday! I had something very important (well, I thought so) to say and I'm denied the opportunity to say it. I've had a Google account for ages (don't understand quite what that means, but hey). Tried to log in. It claimed my password was wrong. Which is difficult to believe as I'd purposefully written it down in my diary... you know what it's like with computers and passwords you HAVE to be very organized. Yeah, so all that wound me up. And as I say you have my sympathy on losing a nice name, isn't that annoying. What's wrong with Holly Blue though? I think it's rather nice.
Gledwood isn't my real name, it's an amalgam of names...
I'm glad you liked Antarctica. I found it via Plumpiemousie... you can find some amazing links via other people's blogs, know what I mean? I went via that Norfolk bloke, he seems to know loads of those people who've been on the radio etc bc their blogs are so famous (My Boyfriend's a Twat, Belle de Jour, the English lady in Paris who got sacked for talking about her boss online...)
Am I resigned to a lifetime of addiction?
Well, for over two years I seriously told myself (and seriously believed this) that I was stopping "tomorrow". Or if not tomorrow then "next week". I detoxed at my parents' house... cold turkey and they didn't know what was wrong till finally on day three I gave in and confessed... absolutely chaos. I shall post that story properly one day (soon, I promise. It's one that takes some thinking thru for the telling, know what I mean?)
That was in 2001. In 2003 I went into "rehabby"-type places twice. But I just was NOT ready to stop. I ran out the door within a matter of a few days. I was way too much headoverheels in love with the heroin to stop. Seriously.
More recently I've told myself "I'm going on doing this forever."
Which is healthier in a way. No self-deception.
But I do see things changing and my mind changing in the future. I'm just past saying I'm going to be clean because it's what I'm kind of expected to say (I'm so young and talented and have so much to offer the world blah blah -- I've heard so much of that. THAT, believe me is NOT a valid enough reason to make me want to stop. I've felt the tide change internally before. I had a windfall of money and did so much drugs I felt genuinely sick of them. So if that feeling comes back (& I sense it somehow will) then yes I shall stop. I've not heard of the facility you mentioned, though...
Meanwhile I'm doing FAR better than I was say 2 years ago. I'm keeping okay. And I'm not deceiving myself by saying what people would like to hear me say...
That's about as far as it goes...
Gledwood
xx
PS Thanks for that link: I shall add it to my collection.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 12:06 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Boy do I know what you mean! When I was on Blogspot some time ago I was tearing my hair out regularly, simply trying to submit entries or make minor changes!!!
I've been blogging since January 2003, and have had blogs hosted by several blog providers: Blogspot, Blogdrive, Mosaicglobe, MySpace, Yahoo!360, etc., and have also thought about getting a domain name and hosting it myself by using MoveableType software. They all have problems; none of them are perfect. But in my opinion, the one that strikes the best balance of uptime, loading speed, ease of use, features and functionality is Blogdrive. That's why I decided that my newest blog Playing with Fire would be hosted there. Blogdrive is also a close-knit community, and it's probably the most personal and the easiest to get help when having problems.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 4:03 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
Don't want to turn your blog into a rant about BLOGGER blog but I've just sat typing a post; went to publish and guess what!!!! Blogger is having ANOTHER OUTAGE should be called a Blogger OUTRAGE.
Now I've got that out of my system I'll continue reading your latest posts
Rx
Blogspot... more
Mood: caffeinated
Now Playing: the tantrum has passed...
Topic: Daily Doings
THANKS FOR THE BLOGSPOT REPLIES. Hope I wasn't too offputting with my ranting. Sometimes I spend quite a long time pondering what I'm going to say... only for said comment to have to go unposted... that does drive me up the wall!!!
Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 11:48 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
Believe me it's a right pain BEING a blogspot blogger; there have been sooooo many problems.
Take care
Rx
Yep, I think you said it all, Ruth!
When I'd decided to do this blog (bear in mind I'm someone who's very lazy, but when I do make up my mind to do something nothing gets in my way, does that make any sense?) so I thought, Who's best known - ie who will best promote my blog? Ah! Google! (How naïve was I then??!) So I googled, 'google blog' and got to blogspot. Went through fairly lengthy registry process. Even put in a short blog entry.
Then when I try to log back in... can't do it.
They repeatedly asked for a username I hadn't given.
Eventually (and this was at long last, maybe an hour later during which time I'd smoked about 12 cigarettes and hit the ceiling) a help page told me my username was the email address I'd given.
To cut a long story short, google blogspot let me open THREE blogs using the SAME username and password (totally not knowing; it's their fault not mine). NONE of these blogs would subsequently log in. Oh I tell a lie. I ONCE got into ONE of them. And most annoyingly of all this was using up the treasured domain names I really wanted, because once I'd attempted blog one with one name obviously blog 2 had to be called something different.
That's what put me off blogspot right from the beginning. So I "know your pain", folks!
Posted by gledwood at 10:44 AM GMT
Updated: Monday, 8 January 2007 10:56 AM GMT
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 12:04 PM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Morning Gledwood....is that your real name by the way? It's very unusal. Holly isn't mine...I had the same bloody problem as you...had a great blog name but it all got mucked up while I was setting it up and I ended up picking HBE which I don't like at all...I just wanted Holly Blue because of the butterfly with that name which I love, but someone else had that so I just stuck eyes on the end of it!!......nem mind...I'd like to change it but I'm stuck with it now.
I visited that Antartica site you mentioned....wow it is fantastic isn't it. The photographs are amazing, the natural beauty in this world never fails to impress and excite me. Thanks for telling me about it.
How are you Gled...I continue to be lost for words as I read about what you go through being an addict. I feel for you... From reading your blog I am begining to understand what it is like to be so addicted... I find it horrifying and upsetting.
Do you ever see a day when you will be clean Gled? Or are you resigned to this.
I personally know two people, a father and a daughter who were both addicts and managed to turn their lives around. (She sang at my wedding and he was invoved in the service.) They went to a place called Yeldall.....I don't know if you are familiar with it. I know they have a lot of success there. I'll give you the link to their site, it's not completely up and running but there is some information there for you to get a good idea about the place. the address is www.yeldall.org.uk .
I have known about this place since Iwas a child, and knowing about it's fantastic reputation... I just feel it would be wrong of me not to mention it to you....I hope you don't mind. I'll just shut up and keep my nose out if you want me to, but I feel I want to help you, and I don't know what else I can do. It is very difficult knowing there is a good soul out there not living the life that was intended for him ....you deserve more than this...well that's what I think anyway.
I'n my thoughts Gled.... ;)
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 2:54 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
"Holly Blue" wrote:
Morning Gledwood....is that your real name by the way? It's very unusal. Holly isn't mine...I had the same bloody problem as you...had a great blog name but it all got mucked up while I was setting it up and I ended up picking HBE which I don't like at all...I just wanted Holly Blue because of the butterfly with that name which I love, but someone else had that so I just stuck eyes on the end of it!!......nem mind...I'd like to change it but I'm stuck with it now.
I visited that Antartica site you mentioned....wow it is fantastic isn't it. The photographs are amazing, the natural beauty in this world never fails to impress and excite me. Thanks for telling me about it.
How are you Gled...I continue to be lost for words as I read about what you go through being an addict. I feel for you... From reading your blog I am begining to understand what it is like to be so addicted... I find it horrifying and upsetting.
Do you ever see a day when you will be clean Gled? Or are you resigned to this.
I personally know two people, a father and a daughter who were both addicts and managed to turn their lives around. (She sang at my wedding and he was invoved in the service.) They went to a place called Yeldall.....I don't know if you are familiar with it. I know they have a lot of success there. I'll give you the link to their site, it's not completely up and running but there is some information there for you to get a good idea about the place. the address is www.yeldall.org.uk .
I have known about this place since Iwas a child, and knowing about it's fantastic reputation... I just feel it would be wrong of me not to mention it to you....I hope you don't mind. I'll just shut up and keep my nose out if you want me to, but I feel I want to help you, and I don't know what else I can do. It is very difficult knowing there is a good soul out there not living the life that was intended for him ....you deserve more than this...well that's what I think anyway.
I'n my thoughts Gled.... ;)
Hi HollyBlue... I'm okay. Apart from getting very wound up by commentboxes yesterday! I had something very important (well, I thought so) to say and I'm denied the opportunity to say it. I've had a Google account for ages (don't understand quite what that means, but hey). Tried to log in. It claimed my password was wrong. Which is difficult to believe as I'd purposefully written it down in my diary... you know what it's like with computers and passwords you HAVE to be very organized. Yeah, so all that wound me up. And as I say you have my sympathy on losing a nice name, isn't that annoying. What's wrong with Holly Blue though? I think it's rather nice.
Gledwood isn't my real name, it's an amalgam of names...
I'm glad you liked Antarctica. I found it via Plumpiemousie... you can find some amazing links via other people's blogs, know what I mean? I went via that Norfolk bloke, he seems to know loads of those people who've been on the radio etc bc their blogs are so famous (My Boyfriend's a Twat, Belle de Jour, the English lady in Paris who got sacked for talking about her boss online...)
Am I resigned to a lifetime of addiction?
Well, for over two years I seriously told myself (and seriously believed this) that I was stopping "tomorrow". Or if not tomorrow then "next week". I detoxed at my parents' house... cold turkey and they didn't know what was wrong till finally on day three I gave in and confessed... absolutely chaos. I shall post that story properly one day (soon, I promise. It's one that takes some thinking thru for the telling, know what I mean?)
That was in 2001. In 2003 I went into "rehabby"-type places twice. But I just was NOT ready to stop. I ran out the door within a matter of a few days. I was way too much headoverheels in love with the heroin to stop. Seriously.
More recently I've told myself "I'm going on doing this forever."
Which is healthier in a way. No self-deception.
But I do see things changing and my mind changing in the future. I'm just past saying I'm going to be clean because it's what I'm kind of expected to say (I'm so young and talented and have so much to offer the world blah blah -- I've heard so much of that. THAT, believe me is NOT a valid enough reason to make me want to stop. I've felt the tide change internally before. I had a windfall of money and did so much drugs I felt genuinely sick of them. So if that feeling comes back (& I sense it somehow will) then yes I shall stop. I've not heard of the facility you mentioned, though...
Meanwhile I'm doing FAR better than I was say 2 years ago. I'm keeping okay. And I'm not deceiving myself by saying what people would like to hear me say...
That's about as far as it goes...
Gledwood
xx
PS Thanks for that link: I shall add it to my collection.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 12:06 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Boy do I know what you mean! When I was on Blogspot some time ago I was tearing my hair out regularly, simply trying to submit entries or make minor changes!!!
I've been blogging since January 2003, and have had blogs hosted by several blog providers: Blogspot, Blogdrive, Mosaicglobe, MySpace, Yahoo!360, etc., and have also thought about getting a domain name and hosting it myself by using MoveableType software. They all have problems; none of them are perfect. But in my opinion, the one that strikes the best balance of uptime, loading speed, ease of use, features and functionality is Blogdrive. That's why I decided that my newest blog Playing with Fire would be hosted there. Blogdrive is also a close-knit community, and it's probably the most personal and the easiest to get help when having problems.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 4:03 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
Don't want to turn your blog into a rant about BLOGGER blog but I've just sat typing a post; went to publish and guess what!!!! Blogger is having ANOTHER OUTAGE should be called a Blogger OUTRAGE.
Now I've got that out of my system I'll continue reading your latest posts
Rx
Annoying Blogs That Won't Take My Comments
Sunday, 7 January 2007
Annoying Blogs that Won't Take My Comments (does anyone agree with this?)
Mood: irritated
Now Playing: I'm not playing. I'm throwing a tantrum.
Topic: Daily Doings
IT HAS JUST TAKEN ME LITERALLY 20 MINUTES to leave a simple comment on a "no anonymous comments" blogspot blog.
Some of you google blogspot bloggers need to bear in mind by not allowing anonymous comments you're closing your blog off to the entire outside world EXCEPT people who blog with your service provider... I know loads of people on blogspot who accept (a) google (b) other (c) anonymous. Will it really hurt you to allow this?
If someone leaves an objectionable comment on mine I can easily delete it. If I get left loads of them, I can moderate before they are published. You have these options too.
I've attempted to open so many google/blogspot accounts they mess up my passwords and identities all the time (I write them down so I know who's at fault).
Look I'm not trying to have a personal go at anyone. And I'm not even just talking to one or two people. This has happened to me loads of times. It is really frustrating. Trust!
Come on. Sort it out. I beg you!
Comments/remarks/opinions/info, please!
Posted by gledwood at 7:28 PM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 7 January 2007 8:33 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 8:43 PM GMT
Name: "Wayard Son"
Home Page: http://crystalcleanpersuasion.blogspot.com/
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 11:48 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
Believe me it's a right pain BEING a blogspot blogger; there have been sooooo many problems.
Take care
Rx
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 9:49 AM GMT
Name: "Wayward Son"
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 10:58 AM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
Don't worry the thing in question is gone.
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Wednesday, 10 January 2007 - 9:25 PM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
E-Mail: hammynutter@lycos.com
What's all this empty postings thing about though?
You just press submit below?
I know I said this elsewhere but if Lycos are playing up can you tell me? My email's above.
L8Rs,
Gleds
Annoying Blogs that Won't Take My Comments (does anyone agree with this?)
Mood: irritated
Now Playing: I'm not playing. I'm throwing a tantrum.
Topic: Daily Doings
IT HAS JUST TAKEN ME LITERALLY 20 MINUTES to leave a simple comment on a "no anonymous comments" blogspot blog.
Some of you google blogspot bloggers need to bear in mind by not allowing anonymous comments you're closing your blog off to the entire outside world EXCEPT people who blog with your service provider... I know loads of people on blogspot who accept (a) google (b) other (c) anonymous. Will it really hurt you to allow this?
If someone leaves an objectionable comment on mine I can easily delete it. If I get left loads of them, I can moderate before they are published. You have these options too.
I've attempted to open so many google/blogspot accounts they mess up my passwords and identities all the time (I write them down so I know who's at fault).
Look I'm not trying to have a personal go at anyone. And I'm not even just talking to one or two people. This has happened to me loads of times. It is really frustrating. Trust!
Come on. Sort it out. I beg you!
Comments/remarks/opinions/info, please!
Posted by gledwood at 7:28 PM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 7 January 2007 8:33 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 8:43 PM GMT
Name: "Wayard Son"
Home Page: http://crystalcleanpersuasion.blogspot.com/
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 11:48 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
Believe me it's a right pain BEING a blogspot blogger; there have been sooooo many problems.
Take care
Rx
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 9:49 AM GMT
Name: "Wayward Son"
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 10:58 AM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
Don't worry the thing in question is gone.
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Wednesday, 10 January 2007 - 9:25 PM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
E-Mail: hammynutter@lycos.com
What's all this empty postings thing about though?
You just press submit below?
I know I said this elsewhere but if Lycos are playing up can you tell me? My email's above.
L8Rs,
Gleds
A Yummy Dinner
Sunday, 7 January 2007
A Yummy Dinner
Mood: happy
Now Playing: ... you name the tune...
Topic: Daily Doings
YEAH, MAN a yummy dinner. And enough free B to put in my bum (intramuscularly) to give a pleasing dizziness to the end of a drab weekend. Bon appetit, well and truly.
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 4:24 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
*jealousy!*
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 11:01 AM GMT
Name: "gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
You don't wanna be jealous of me, man, honestly. I only had to put it in my arse as I didn't have any pukka veins left.
Gleds
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 2:35 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Or were you jealous of the Sunday lunch? Me and my onetrack mind!
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 7:42 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Chipper, have you tried smoking your heroin? You're less likely to OD, and once you get a hang of it, as I say below, you get SOME idea of the purity from appearance as it melts etc.
The following comment I left on yours. I wanted to post the info on mine too for reference sake:
I don't know what fentanyl feels like... I once bought something in a drought that was scarlet and cooked up like cranberry juice. Fixing it up gave no rush but it held me perfectly till morning.
I've heard that street quality morphine can be red.
If you've no habit and you're getting "heroin" you can't feel there is something SERIOUSLY wrong.
Do you know how to smoke heroin?
You take a bit of tinfoil about A5 size (bigger than a postcard, smaller than a sheet of writing paper... well it doesn't matter how big but that's a guide) you burn it off with a lighter, wipe it down with toilet paper/kitchen roll etc.
Roll up a "tooter" out of foil. Use a pencil or something to get the right shape.
Put heroin on foil. Heat (using a good lighter) from beneath. Allow heroin to melt first else you risk sucking powder into your mouth. Put tooter in mouth. Use one hand to operate lighter, other to hold foil. This is slightly stronger than snorting (most people say), it takes about half an hour to smoke what I'd imagine you get for $10-$15. You can tell the quality better by appearance of melting heroin, how it runs, smell etc.
You tilt the foil and "run" the blob or drop of heroin along it, "chasing" the fumes that come out of it.
They call this chasing.
The media call it chasing the dragon.
It might be worth a try. Easier on the nose also!
A Yummy Dinner
Mood: happy
Now Playing: ... you name the tune...
Topic: Daily Doings
YEAH, MAN a yummy dinner. And enough free B to put in my bum (intramuscularly) to give a pleasing dizziness to the end of a drab weekend. Bon appetit, well and truly.
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 4:24 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
*jealousy!*
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 11:01 AM GMT
Name: "gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
You don't wanna be jealous of me, man, honestly. I only had to put it in my arse as I didn't have any pukka veins left.
Gleds
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 2:35 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Or were you jealous of the Sunday lunch? Me and my onetrack mind!
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 7:42 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Chipper, have you tried smoking your heroin? You're less likely to OD, and once you get a hang of it, as I say below, you get SOME idea of the purity from appearance as it melts etc.
The following comment I left on yours. I wanted to post the info on mine too for reference sake:
I don't know what fentanyl feels like... I once bought something in a drought that was scarlet and cooked up like cranberry juice. Fixing it up gave no rush but it held me perfectly till morning.
I've heard that street quality morphine can be red.
If you've no habit and you're getting "heroin" you can't feel there is something SERIOUSLY wrong.
Do you know how to smoke heroin?
You take a bit of tinfoil about A5 size (bigger than a postcard, smaller than a sheet of writing paper... well it doesn't matter how big but that's a guide) you burn it off with a lighter, wipe it down with toilet paper/kitchen roll etc.
Roll up a "tooter" out of foil. Use a pencil or something to get the right shape.
Put heroin on foil. Heat (using a good lighter) from beneath. Allow heroin to melt first else you risk sucking powder into your mouth. Put tooter in mouth. Use one hand to operate lighter, other to hold foil. This is slightly stronger than snorting (most people say), it takes about half an hour to smoke what I'd imagine you get for $10-$15. You can tell the quality better by appearance of melting heroin, how it runs, smell etc.
You tilt the foil and "run" the blob or drop of heroin along it, "chasing" the fumes that come out of it.
They call this chasing.
The media call it chasing the dragon.
It might be worth a try. Easier on the nose also!
Quarter to three, Sunday
Sunday, 7 January 2007
Quarter to three, Sunday...
Mood: lazy
Now Playing: nothing much...
Topic: Daily Doings
IT'S ABOUT A QUARTER TO THREE and just about time I should be getting to my friend's house for Sunday lunch. (Yes, I get Sunday lunch every week free — with all trimmings. How cool is that? Sometimes I even get a free taste of heroin to give bon appetit. (Can't count on that, though, grrr.))
I don't think I mentioned this, but during the very most intense phase of my addiction I relied on heroin to eat, sleep and get up. Obviously I had to get out of bed without it some days, in order to get it. But I certainly could not sleep without it. And I found it really difficult to eat without having a hit just before. One afternoon I remember banging up next to the fridge and tearing into cold roast chicken right as the B-buzz hit me. The result of this "drugs eating disorder" was I became a bit overweight (testimony to how much heroin I was taking). Also I was living with Mad Bird. The food was free. She was crazed. And I needed all the consolation I could get...
Posted by gledwood at 2:49 PM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 7 January 2007 8:36 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 3:38 PM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
That's interesting; heroin seems to take my hunger away. If I do enough if it, that is. It just makes me feel satisfied, I guess; it takes away the need for food. It also takes away the cravings for alcohol.
She sounds like she was quite a handy person to have around! What happened there? (You don't have to snswer if you don't want to; I'm just curious.)
Interesting about the sleep thing. Heroin sometimes makes me sleepy, and sometimes it keeps me awake. I guess it depends on my mood, and how much I'm enjoying it.
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 6:29 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
It used to be my cure all. (I say used to be bc that was during the peak/depths of my habit when I was with NutNut/MadBird I woke up every day bellyaching, chilly, down... heroin took that all away.)
Even now, when I have a hit, other people have remarked, it makes me put on cooking, eat. It's my bon appetit drug. I know what you mean about it killing appetite... it does to an extent... but when my habit was truly raging I felt utterly nauseated until I had my 3 (at the very least) daily hits (+ 3 "filters"). So I ran on (opiate) empty, hit up, THEN I could relax, eat, be human, etc. I was totally obsessed with the drug then to a degree I can't properly explain. I didn't even consider myself to be a part of the human race. The human race I begged money off, ran and scored...
So by comparison, I'm now "recovering".!!
By comparison!
...
!
Quarter to three, Sunday...
Mood: lazy
Now Playing: nothing much...
Topic: Daily Doings
IT'S ABOUT A QUARTER TO THREE and just about time I should be getting to my friend's house for Sunday lunch. (Yes, I get Sunday lunch every week free — with all trimmings. How cool is that? Sometimes I even get a free taste of heroin to give bon appetit. (Can't count on that, though, grrr.))
I don't think I mentioned this, but during the very most intense phase of my addiction I relied on heroin to eat, sleep and get up. Obviously I had to get out of bed without it some days, in order to get it. But I certainly could not sleep without it. And I found it really difficult to eat without having a hit just before. One afternoon I remember banging up next to the fridge and tearing into cold roast chicken right as the B-buzz hit me. The result of this "drugs eating disorder" was I became a bit overweight (testimony to how much heroin I was taking). Also I was living with Mad Bird. The food was free. She was crazed. And I needed all the consolation I could get...
Posted by gledwood at 2:49 PM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 7 January 2007 8:36 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 3:38 PM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
That's interesting; heroin seems to take my hunger away. If I do enough if it, that is. It just makes me feel satisfied, I guess; it takes away the need for food. It also takes away the cravings for alcohol.
She sounds like she was quite a handy person to have around! What happened there? (You don't have to snswer if you don't want to; I'm just curious.)
Interesting about the sleep thing. Heroin sometimes makes me sleepy, and sometimes it keeps me awake. I guess it depends on my mood, and how much I'm enjoying it.
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 6:29 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
It used to be my cure all. (I say used to be bc that was during the peak/depths of my habit when I was with NutNut/MadBird I woke up every day bellyaching, chilly, down... heroin took that all away.)
Even now, when I have a hit, other people have remarked, it makes me put on cooking, eat. It's my bon appetit drug. I know what you mean about it killing appetite... it does to an extent... but when my habit was truly raging I felt utterly nauseated until I had my 3 (at the very least) daily hits (+ 3 "filters"). So I ran on (opiate) empty, hit up, THEN I could relax, eat, be human, etc. I was totally obsessed with the drug then to a degree I can't properly explain. I didn't even consider myself to be a part of the human race. The human race I begged money off, ran and scored...
So by comparison, I'm now "recovering".!!
By comparison!
...
!
"...then shall the lame man leap like a hart..."
Sunday, 7 January 2007
... then shall the lame man leap like a hart...
Mood: lyrical
Topic: Quotations
Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
and the ears of the deaf unstoped;
then shall the lame man leap like a hart,
and the tongue of the dumb sing for joy.
For waters shall break forth in the wilderness,
and streams in the desert;
the burning sand shall become a pool,
and the thirsty ground springs of water;
the haunt of jackals shall become a swamp,
the grass shall become reeds and rushes.
Isaiah 35:5-7
Posted by gledwood at 12:34 AM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 7 January 2007 3:09 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 1:33 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
This passage means a lot to me, since I have a partially-paralyzed right leg ...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 7:10 AM GMT
Name: "sickgirl"
Home Page: http://www.junkylife.com/sickgirl/
E-Mail: sick.girl.1964@gmail.com
Hi there,
I found your blog through Playing With Fire and have been spending my evening reading through your entries, Interesting.
I am a recovering addict who is now clean thanks to Methadone Maintenance Treatment.
If you would like to read more about my addiction and subsequent road to recovery, please check out my blog at why do anything when you can forget everything which can be found at http://www.junkylife.com/sickgirl/. I have been maintaining it now for just over a year and a half.
I have also taken the liberty of adding your blog to my section of links under the title of Partners in Crime.
Peace, love and happiness...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 2:20 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi GW
What a great quote...oh for that perfect world.
Rx
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 3:08 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
1. I don't see it as a liberty to add my blog to your roll; I'm flattered. I'm keeping a list of everyone who's contacted me... it's to the right (though in 2 sections at present bc I'm disorganized.)
2. I'm glad people like the quote. It came to me at the last moment to pick that one. I had to google it to find where it was...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 9:32 PM GMT
Name: "Mousie"
Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.com
E-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
beautiful words ...
so let's take hands and sing and dance and forget the bad sides of life for an evening...all together...and we'll keep that souvenir for long...
hoping, naive, idealistic, dreaming Mousie
and a gentle stroke to my friend Mousey
take care see you my friend
... then shall the lame man leap like a hart...
Mood: lyrical
Topic: Quotations
Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
and the ears of the deaf unstoped;
then shall the lame man leap like a hart,
and the tongue of the dumb sing for joy.
For waters shall break forth in the wilderness,
and streams in the desert;
the burning sand shall become a pool,
and the thirsty ground springs of water;
the haunt of jackals shall become a swamp,
the grass shall become reeds and rushes.
Isaiah 35:5-7
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Updated: Sunday, 7 January 2007 3:09 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 1:33 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
This passage means a lot to me, since I have a partially-paralyzed right leg ...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 7:10 AM GMT
Name: "sickgirl"
Home Page: http://www.junkylife.com/sickgirl/
E-Mail: sick.girl.1964@gmail.com
Hi there,
I found your blog through Playing With Fire and have been spending my evening reading through your entries, Interesting.
I am a recovering addict who is now clean thanks to Methadone Maintenance Treatment.
If you would like to read more about my addiction and subsequent road to recovery, please check out my blog at why do anything when you can forget everything which can be found at http://www.junkylife.com/sickgirl/. I have been maintaining it now for just over a year and a half.
I have also taken the liberty of adding your blog to my section of links under the title of Partners in Crime.
Peace, love and happiness...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 2:20 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi GW
What a great quote...oh for that perfect world.
Rx
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 3:08 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
1. I don't see it as a liberty to add my blog to your roll; I'm flattered. I'm keeping a list of everyone who's contacted me... it's to the right (though in 2 sections at present bc I'm disorganized.)
2. I'm glad people like the quote. It came to me at the last moment to pick that one. I had to google it to find where it was...
Reply to this Comment
Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 9:32 PM GMT
Name: "Mousie"
Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.com
E-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
beautiful words ...
so let's take hands and sing and dance and forget the bad sides of life for an evening...all together...and we'll keep that souvenir for long...
hoping, naive, idealistic, dreaming Mousie
and a gentle stroke to my friend Mousey
take care see you my friend
The Meaning of Craving
Saturday, 6 January 2007
The Meaning of Craving
Mood: don't ask
Topic: Drugs
The Meaning of Craving
THIS IS WHAT I WISH some of the smug people who work in the drugs services would understand when us junkies talk of “craving”. The tale I’m about to tell you illustrates the consequences of “craving” well enough. Don’t read on if you’re weak of stomach.
It was a dull Friday night. I had no money. I had no drugs. (I’d had my methadone, but as I’ve said, that doesn’t take away the urge to use 100% by any means.)
So I started a game I’m sure many people play; “hunt the dregs of drugs”.
This game involves closely examining all crack pipes, heroin spoons, whiskey bottles etc for any useable dregs of intoxicants. I was going through my top drawer (which isn’t so much full of underwear as tinopeners, playing cards, corkscrews, dead cockroaches, old photographs, mangled cassette tapes, paperclips… a bit of everything. At the back I found what would have appeared to the unwitting to be two enormous scabs of dried blood. (They were. But the blood was congealed around old heroin filters.)
In case you’re wondering how they got there, let me explain. When you inject drugs into a vein, you obviously load up a syringe, you need to stick the needle into where you hope the vein may be (after several years it does become guesswork) pulling back on the syringe all the time, so that when you do hit the vein, blood flows back into the syringe. This is how you know you’re “in”. (However, when the veins are tired, battered, old and collapsing, it’s quite easy to get blood into the syringe, enough to clot up your hit, however for various reasons the vein may misbehave, leaving you with a congealing (and potentially lost) hit of drugs). To get the drugs back you need to re-cook up your own blood (gross, I know) with citric acid to break down the scabs that have formed. And try again.
As I say, this is where craving can lead. Not every addict is lead to do every disgusting thing. But all of us are lead to do some of them... So anyway, I find my scabby filters. Pop them in a spoon. Add citric and loads of water. Cook up, crushing and stirring all the while. A smell of crackling pork hits my nose. Lovely. (No I’m being sarcastic. I hate pork.) Knowing from experience how to just about judge the strength of a dubious injection, I taste it. Yes, I taste heroin. Unmistakeable. And this has been scabbed up in my blood at the back of a dirty drawer for maybe two months or more. Okay…
I stick the needle in. Sod’s law means I get the hit on the outside of my elbow (I’ve used veins literally everywhere except my groin and neck. I had a hit next to my right nipple the other night.) The hit goes straight in. I wasn’t expecting to feel very much, but I do feel something. A slight and gratifying sense of warmth. No more special really than jumping into a slightly hotter than lukewarm bath, but it’s easy to be circumspect about it now.
About five minutes later I felt an odd coldness in my right arm (I’d injected in the left, so this made no sense to me). The coldness spread all over me, with weakness, dizziness, nausea. In fact all the symptoms of a pretty bad “viral” flu-type episode came on in about ten minutes, including a stonking migraine-type headache.
In short I’d given myself what we call here a “dirty hit”. Americans call it “cotton fever”. I was so sick all night I had no energy left from puking. Next morning I could barely walk. I won’t go on, but I really did feel bad by anyone’s standards. Dehydrated, yet not able to drink… all that.
Anyway walk I did to my friend’s house where (thanks to my good timing more than anything else) they were just scoring and gave me a nice clean hit.
My point being? Yes I was responsible. Yes I knew (as much as anyone does) what I was doing. But… that is what craving lead me to.
Posted by gledwood at 11:19 PM GMT
Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 11:26 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 1:41 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
That's quite a story -- a powerful testimony to the hold that heroin can have on a person. I've done similar things, but with alcohol. Searching my old hiding places, drinking mouthwash and cold medicine, etc. I know that craving.
I've seen these before. My girlfriend used to do this. And only now do I know why she had citric acid in the house. There was a lot of stuff in the house that I couldn't figure out why she had it ...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 1:58 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Citric acid breaks down brown heroin ("grade 3") for injecting. It also breaks down crack for the same purpose (yes, some people inject crack... injecting it alone is in my opinion madness but a tiny bit mixed with much more heroin is lovely. That's the main reason you'd have citric. (It just so happens to break down blood as well, it also unblocks drains and burns your veins... I won't go on!!)
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 2:58 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
I still find bits and pieces of things every now and then that she had hidden around the house. A few days ago I found a needle behind the toilet in the bathroom; while I was cleaning I saw a lump in the carpet and sure enough, that's what it was. I found a crack pipe in my humidor, under my cigars. I don't know why she hit it all from me; I was always understanding and never complained about her using. Believe me, I understand addiction. I even helped her get drugs (well, heroin, anyway) when I could see that she truly needed a fix. It was only when her behavior became abusive that I complained. And that was always due to the crack.
I loved that woman, so very much. She was ancredible woman -- beautiful, intelligent, talented, articulate, fun to be with, loving, sexy and full of life. I did everything I could to make it work. I knew she loved me deeply, and I really wanted to make it work. I probably let the relationship go on far longer than I should have.
I am learning so much from reading your blog, Gledwood. I wish I had found it before it was too late with her ...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 3:44 PM GMT
Name: "Mary"
Home Page: http://maryblackchurch.heroindiaries.com/
E-Mail: maryblackchurch@hotmail.com
Ahh yes cotton fever...pure misery..a tip..aspirin is the only thing that can take that edge off..take it as soon as you feel it coming on. It works..I promise.
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 6:49 PM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
Re the cigars pipe/ etc... junkies get used to stashing things... doesn't necessarily have to be sneakiness, could be pure forgetfulness that such things end up in bizarre places. Say if you have one good sharp works you might want to hide it under the carpet so it's ready for you when you get home... no risk of mixing it up, someone else chucking it...
Okay, I'm playing devil's advocate but that IS the way I see it....
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 6:52 PM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
And re the aspirin: you're most probably right... I think I did take 3 paracetamols (I don't know if you have them in USA... like aspirin, but reduces fever, does not irritate the stomach). OTC headache pills... I took 3 so whatever happened I suppose could have been even worse!!
The Meaning of Craving
Mood: don't ask
Topic: Drugs
The Meaning of Craving
THIS IS WHAT I WISH some of the smug people who work in the drugs services would understand when us junkies talk of “craving”. The tale I’m about to tell you illustrates the consequences of “craving” well enough. Don’t read on if you’re weak of stomach.
It was a dull Friday night. I had no money. I had no drugs. (I’d had my methadone, but as I’ve said, that doesn’t take away the urge to use 100% by any means.)
So I started a game I’m sure many people play; “hunt the dregs of drugs”.
This game involves closely examining all crack pipes, heroin spoons, whiskey bottles etc for any useable dregs of intoxicants. I was going through my top drawer (which isn’t so much full of underwear as tinopeners, playing cards, corkscrews, dead cockroaches, old photographs, mangled cassette tapes, paperclips… a bit of everything. At the back I found what would have appeared to the unwitting to be two enormous scabs of dried blood. (They were. But the blood was congealed around old heroin filters.)
In case you’re wondering how they got there, let me explain. When you inject drugs into a vein, you obviously load up a syringe, you need to stick the needle into where you hope the vein may be (after several years it does become guesswork) pulling back on the syringe all the time, so that when you do hit the vein, blood flows back into the syringe. This is how you know you’re “in”. (However, when the veins are tired, battered, old and collapsing, it’s quite easy to get blood into the syringe, enough to clot up your hit, however for various reasons the vein may misbehave, leaving you with a congealing (and potentially lost) hit of drugs). To get the drugs back you need to re-cook up your own blood (gross, I know) with citric acid to break down the scabs that have formed. And try again.
As I say, this is where craving can lead. Not every addict is lead to do every disgusting thing. But all of us are lead to do some of them... So anyway, I find my scabby filters. Pop them in a spoon. Add citric and loads of water. Cook up, crushing and stirring all the while. A smell of crackling pork hits my nose. Lovely. (No I’m being sarcastic. I hate pork.) Knowing from experience how to just about judge the strength of a dubious injection, I taste it. Yes, I taste heroin. Unmistakeable. And this has been scabbed up in my blood at the back of a dirty drawer for maybe two months or more. Okay…
I stick the needle in. Sod’s law means I get the hit on the outside of my elbow (I’ve used veins literally everywhere except my groin and neck. I had a hit next to my right nipple the other night.) The hit goes straight in. I wasn’t expecting to feel very much, but I do feel something. A slight and gratifying sense of warmth. No more special really than jumping into a slightly hotter than lukewarm bath, but it’s easy to be circumspect about it now.
About five minutes later I felt an odd coldness in my right arm (I’d injected in the left, so this made no sense to me). The coldness spread all over me, with weakness, dizziness, nausea. In fact all the symptoms of a pretty bad “viral” flu-type episode came on in about ten minutes, including a stonking migraine-type headache.
In short I’d given myself what we call here a “dirty hit”. Americans call it “cotton fever”. I was so sick all night I had no energy left from puking. Next morning I could barely walk. I won’t go on, but I really did feel bad by anyone’s standards. Dehydrated, yet not able to drink… all that.
Anyway walk I did to my friend’s house where (thanks to my good timing more than anything else) they were just scoring and gave me a nice clean hit.
My point being? Yes I was responsible. Yes I knew (as much as anyone does) what I was doing. But… that is what craving lead me to.
Posted by gledwood at 11:19 PM GMT
Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 11:26 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 1:41 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
That's quite a story -- a powerful testimony to the hold that heroin can have on a person. I've done similar things, but with alcohol. Searching my old hiding places, drinking mouthwash and cold medicine, etc. I know that craving.
I've seen these before. My girlfriend used to do this. And only now do I know why she had citric acid in the house. There was a lot of stuff in the house that I couldn't figure out why she had it ...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 1:58 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Citric acid breaks down brown heroin ("grade 3") for injecting. It also breaks down crack for the same purpose (yes, some people inject crack... injecting it alone is in my opinion madness but a tiny bit mixed with much more heroin is lovely. That's the main reason you'd have citric. (It just so happens to break down blood as well, it also unblocks drains and burns your veins... I won't go on!!)
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 2:58 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
I still find bits and pieces of things every now and then that she had hidden around the house. A few days ago I found a needle behind the toilet in the bathroom; while I was cleaning I saw a lump in the carpet and sure enough, that's what it was. I found a crack pipe in my humidor, under my cigars. I don't know why she hit it all from me; I was always understanding and never complained about her using. Believe me, I understand addiction. I even helped her get drugs (well, heroin, anyway) when I could see that she truly needed a fix. It was only when her behavior became abusive that I complained. And that was always due to the crack.
I loved that woman, so very much. She was ancredible woman -- beautiful, intelligent, talented, articulate, fun to be with, loving, sexy and full of life. I did everything I could to make it work. I knew she loved me deeply, and I really wanted to make it work. I probably let the relationship go on far longer than I should have.
I am learning so much from reading your blog, Gledwood. I wish I had found it before it was too late with her ...
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 3:44 PM GMT
Name: "Mary"
Home Page: http://maryblackchurch.heroindiaries.com/
E-Mail: maryblackchurch@hotmail.com
Ahh yes cotton fever...pure misery..a tip..aspirin is the only thing that can take that edge off..take it as soon as you feel it coming on. It works..I promise.
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 6:49 PM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
Re the cigars pipe/ etc... junkies get used to stashing things... doesn't necessarily have to be sneakiness, could be pure forgetfulness that such things end up in bizarre places. Say if you have one good sharp works you might want to hide it under the carpet so it's ready for you when you get home... no risk of mixing it up, someone else chucking it...
Okay, I'm playing devil's advocate but that IS the way I see it....
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 6:52 PM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
And re the aspirin: you're most probably right... I think I did take 3 paracetamols (I don't know if you have them in USA... like aspirin, but reduces fever, does not irritate the stomach). OTC headache pills... I took 3 so whatever happened I suppose could have been even worse!!
Ibogaine and Genes
Saturday, 6 January 2007
Ibogaine and Genes
Mood: bright
Now Playing: I Want to Break Free...
Topic: Drugs Treatments
Have a look at this, folks. A gene is found (in rodents) that affects the likelihood of opiate relapse...
This New Scientist article puts me in mind of the African plant substance ibogaine, which has always been better known as a psychedelic. It's apparently not the pleasantest drugs trip you can go on (loads of nausea and vomiting)... and yet the plant has one fascinating power... it seems to be able to defeat drug addiction of all kinds. I.e. even people on huge methadone doses can, supposedly, undergo ibogaine treatment and the ibogaine not only blockades opiate craving for four years (with no need to readminister the ibogaine during that time) it also eliminates almost entirely withdrawals even from methadone (which are the worst). And it also works against crack! There's an American ibogaine clinic in my links to the right...
To read about the relapse gene in rats click: http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn7445
By the way; poor rats:— did they put them on methadone afterwards?
Posted by gledwood at 10:39 PM GMT
Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 10:48 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 1:44 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
I've heard of ibogaine before. Yes, it's almost always unpleasant, or so I hear. It's a tradition in South America (or wherever it is that the plant grows). It's in the news here because I think there's some pending legislation against it. War on drugs, and all that.
From what you say, it could be a miracle treatment? Could it be? A cure for addiction?
It'd never get rid of those cravings though.
I wish I had a miracle cure for alcohol. Four years would be just about right!
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Friday, 12 January 2007 - 4:45 PM GMT
Name: "jamie"
"chipper" wrote:
I've heard of ibogaine before. Yes, it's almost always unpleasant, or so I hear. It's a tradition in South America (or wherever it is that the plant grows). It's in the news here because I think there's some pending legislation against it. War on drugs, and all that.
From what you say, it could be a miracle treatment? Could it be? A cure for addiction?
It'd never get rid of those cravings though.
I wish I had a miracle cure for alcohol. Four years would be just about right!
Ive read 10 or so testements of people who have taken this drug , They all say that over night the craving and desire is gone . I cant find it here in the usa , you can get it in the uk for sure . The people who have taken it all have the same vision of a king like god who watchs over all things near the end of the trip , which lasts 1.5 to 2.5 days .
Ibogaine and Genes
Mood: bright
Now Playing: I Want to Break Free...
Topic: Drugs Treatments
Have a look at this, folks. A gene is found (in rodents) that affects the likelihood of opiate relapse...
This New Scientist article puts me in mind of the African plant substance ibogaine, which has always been better known as a psychedelic. It's apparently not the pleasantest drugs trip you can go on (loads of nausea and vomiting)... and yet the plant has one fascinating power... it seems to be able to defeat drug addiction of all kinds. I.e. even people on huge methadone doses can, supposedly, undergo ibogaine treatment and the ibogaine not only blockades opiate craving for four years (with no need to readminister the ibogaine during that time) it also eliminates almost entirely withdrawals even from methadone (which are the worst). And it also works against crack! There's an American ibogaine clinic in my links to the right...
To read about the relapse gene in rats click: http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn7445
By the way; poor rats:— did they put them on methadone afterwards?
Posted by gledwood at 10:39 PM GMT
Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 10:48 PM GMT
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Sunday, 7 January 2007 - 1:44 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
I've heard of ibogaine before. Yes, it's almost always unpleasant, or so I hear. It's a tradition in South America (or wherever it is that the plant grows). It's in the news here because I think there's some pending legislation against it. War on drugs, and all that.
From what you say, it could be a miracle treatment? Could it be? A cure for addiction?
It'd never get rid of those cravings though.
I wish I had a miracle cure for alcohol. Four years would be just about right!
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Friday, 12 January 2007 - 4:45 PM GMT
Name: "jamie"
"chipper" wrote:
I've heard of ibogaine before. Yes, it's almost always unpleasant, or so I hear. It's a tradition in South America (or wherever it is that the plant grows). It's in the news here because I think there's some pending legislation against it. War on drugs, and all that.
From what you say, it could be a miracle treatment? Could it be? A cure for addiction?
It'd never get rid of those cravings though.
I wish I had a miracle cure for alcohol. Four years would be just about right!
Ive read 10 or so testements of people who have taken this drug , They all say that over night the craving and desire is gone . I cant find it here in the usa , you can get it in the uk for sure . The people who have taken it all have the same vision of a king like god who watchs over all things near the end of the trip , which lasts 1.5 to 2.5 days .
After a Crazy Night
Saturday, 6 January 2007
Oh come on, is no-one online? It's just before 1am GMT, which makes it around 5pm EST; 2pm PST; 2am CET; 3am South African time; 6:30am Indian... come on! Is no-one awake! Write me a comment NOW! Please. I'm bored. Do you know what I'm gonna wanna delete this in the morning...
Did you see my Dear Deidre reply below? How cool is that? I've found a new blog by Chipper: click his link to the right... I have a lot of things to say to Mr Chipper. Playing With Fire... Yes indeedy! Do you know how it feels to get burnt yet? Just be careful, p l e a s e . . .
Sometimes I suspect people are too taken in by internet impressions. You must bear in mind when reading my blog that I write how I talk (pretty much). But I don't talk how I look. Most of you would probably not want to sit next to me on a bus, for example. I may give the impression, by being articulate, of being more capable than I am... capable is not the right word. OK, let me rephrase. I may give the impression of being someone who copes far better than he actually does. Do you want to hear the nitty-gritty of my life? I'll post you some gory details then... well take last night as a good example. A grown man in my house. Someone I know and for all the water under the bridge and for all his faults who I do actually respect. Was, as I said, howling like a wolf at four o'clock in the morning. And his girlfriend was begging him and I mean imploring, pleading with him not to sell her phone. This guy was acting like someone with all the IQ of a blushing-bum babboon. Which may be intelligent as the kingdom of animals goes, but ain't a patch on your average human. I have really lived in some degraded conditions (certainly of my own making, and that's the point. I don't need to "blame" anyone for these things). Homeless. Self-starving. Semi-psychotic. (At times I was psychotic, but these times have been mercifully brief.) Dirty. Sad. Pitiable and yet not wanting pity. Oh what else can I say? Just don't look to me and assume I'm taking drugs and making it somehow work for me, because that just ain't true...
Posted by gledwood at 12:57 AM GMT
Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 1:18 AM GMT
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 1:29 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
This is actually a comment I want to send to Ruth but the system went down when I attempted to send it. Luckily I've learnt to highlight+ctrlC my comments before I click anything else. Thattaway no lengthy essays get lost!!
Yes that is really beautiful. Strange coincidence but I found a fresh lime on the pavement last night (never one to pass a free fruit by, me. And I love to add about 5 teaspoons sugar + 1 glass water; makes far better lime cordial than you can buy).
And yeah! Dear Deidre replied to me! How cool is that!!!
(She must pay an army of pseudonymous Deidres to answer her mail, SURELY...!)
I still can't get over that reply though!! I was like you. I thought she was just a photo in the paper!
Re below, I love the photos of the moving bedspreads you put before. And that mound of leaves the local frogs and harvest mice set up home in... (well what else happened to it...???!!?)
Okay then, — Gleds xx
PS I hope Mick is well. Please give him my best regards...
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 2:11 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
E-Mail: mwkalish@web.de
Hi, Gledwood -- yes, it certainly is amazing that Dear Deidre wrote to you! I wasn't actually so familiar with her in particular, but I do occasionally read some articles from The Sun online. I discovered the colorful print version too, some time ago, when waiting for a colleague to pick me up at Stansted and drive me to Derby.
Thanks for all your comments. I agree with you completely re: the senseless banning of diamorpine for pain relief in the US, while it's available pretty much elsewhere, as in the UK. Here we have a big problem with fentanyl showing up in street heroin. It has killed people I know, or rather, friends of friends. Several.
I think you would be an interesting person to sit next to on the bus ...
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 5:00 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Oh by the way, re fentanyl and heroin "cut" with "benzos", "barbs" or "methaqualone" (Mandrax/Quaaludes)...
How does fentanyl get into heroin? Where does the fentanyl come from? Is it illicitly manufactured? If so, surely the American police/fbi/customs/whoever deals with these things has busted at least one lab... IF NOT, doesn't that suggest that the pharmecutical companies are somehow complicit in this? Or else the government? Or at the very least some people in pretty high places. Because unless you're making it yourself, getting hold of huge enough doses to cut a swathe of a nation's heroin supply takes quite some influence.
Ditto with "gear cut with barbs". E.g. a red Seconal in the 1960s contained 50mg or 100mg of Seconal (quinalbarbitone/secobarbital) in a red capsule weighing in total at least 500mg (half a gram) Which is the size of (here in the UK) a £20 bag of street gear. To cut heroin with this drug and have it take any effect, you'd need to add NEAT barbs, not just powder from capsules, which again begs the same questions...
Same with methaqualone, which has also turned up in heroin. (Though I know someone who grew up in Malta where "Quaaludes" were on the drugs market. He said these weren't pharmaceutical pills, they were more like Es, branded with various stars, birds, crowns/ etc. I.e. illicitly manufactured ...
But again, the police in this country have examined the quality of ecstasy pills and stated (though this has not been widely publicized) that some are so well made they almost definitely come from professional pill-making equipment... which again begs some fascinating questions - how do criminal gangs get their hands on such equipment?
All I'm saying is, I reckon there's a lot more going on with this drugs thing than meets the eye...
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 8:31 PM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
I've read theories about where the fentanyl found in some heroin supplies gets there. One article I read (sorry, can't remember where!) said that fentanyl is one of the most-often stolen drug from pharmacies which have been burglarized. It is also intercepted in shipments, they said. I suspect two aditional things: manufacturer complicity, as you state -- as well as pharmacists and/or physicians and/or hospitals which siphon off fentanyl and sell it to heroin wholesalers. Here in Detorit it has killed nearly two hundred people. And it certainly hasn't killed every user who has received it -- most of the time, I would imagine that it's properly diluted. So it's certain that, just here in Detroit, an ENORMOUS amount of fentanyl is being diverted to the streets. And that's just one city! So there must, MUST be a conspiracy going on, cooperation between heroin suppliers and "legitimate" drug manufacturers and distributers!
Oh come on, is no-one online? It's just before 1am GMT, which makes it around 5pm EST; 2pm PST; 2am CET; 3am South African time; 6:30am Indian... come on! Is no-one awake! Write me a comment NOW! Please. I'm bored. Do you know what I'm gonna wanna delete this in the morning...
Did you see my Dear Deidre reply below? How cool is that? I've found a new blog by Chipper: click his link to the right... I have a lot of things to say to Mr Chipper. Playing With Fire... Yes indeedy! Do you know how it feels to get burnt yet? Just be careful, p l e a s e . . .
Sometimes I suspect people are too taken in by internet impressions. You must bear in mind when reading my blog that I write how I talk (pretty much). But I don't talk how I look. Most of you would probably not want to sit next to me on a bus, for example. I may give the impression, by being articulate, of being more capable than I am... capable is not the right word. OK, let me rephrase. I may give the impression of being someone who copes far better than he actually does. Do you want to hear the nitty-gritty of my life? I'll post you some gory details then... well take last night as a good example. A grown man in my house. Someone I know and for all the water under the bridge and for all his faults who I do actually respect. Was, as I said, howling like a wolf at four o'clock in the morning. And his girlfriend was begging him and I mean imploring, pleading with him not to sell her phone. This guy was acting like someone with all the IQ of a blushing-bum babboon. Which may be intelligent as the kingdom of animals goes, but ain't a patch on your average human. I have really lived in some degraded conditions (certainly of my own making, and that's the point. I don't need to "blame" anyone for these things). Homeless. Self-starving. Semi-psychotic. (At times I was psychotic, but these times have been mercifully brief.) Dirty. Sad. Pitiable and yet not wanting pity. Oh what else can I say? Just don't look to me and assume I'm taking drugs and making it somehow work for me, because that just ain't true...
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Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 1:18 AM GMT
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 1:29 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
This is actually a comment I want to send to Ruth but the system went down when I attempted to send it. Luckily I've learnt to highlight+ctrlC my comments before I click anything else. Thattaway no lengthy essays get lost!!
Yes that is really beautiful. Strange coincidence but I found a fresh lime on the pavement last night (never one to pass a free fruit by, me. And I love to add about 5 teaspoons sugar + 1 glass water; makes far better lime cordial than you can buy).
And yeah! Dear Deidre replied to me! How cool is that!!!
(She must pay an army of pseudonymous Deidres to answer her mail, SURELY...!)
I still can't get over that reply though!! I was like you. I thought she was just a photo in the paper!
Re below, I love the photos of the moving bedspreads you put before. And that mound of leaves the local frogs and harvest mice set up home in... (well what else happened to it...???!!?)
Okay then, — Gleds xx
PS I hope Mick is well. Please give him my best regards...
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 2:11 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
E-Mail: mwkalish@web.de
Hi, Gledwood -- yes, it certainly is amazing that Dear Deidre wrote to you! I wasn't actually so familiar with her in particular, but I do occasionally read some articles from The Sun online. I discovered the colorful print version too, some time ago, when waiting for a colleague to pick me up at Stansted and drive me to Derby.
Thanks for all your comments. I agree with you completely re: the senseless banning of diamorpine for pain relief in the US, while it's available pretty much elsewhere, as in the UK. Here we have a big problem with fentanyl showing up in street heroin. It has killed people I know, or rather, friends of friends. Several.
I think you would be an interesting person to sit next to on the bus ...
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 5:00 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Oh by the way, re fentanyl and heroin "cut" with "benzos", "barbs" or "methaqualone" (Mandrax/Quaaludes)...
How does fentanyl get into heroin? Where does the fentanyl come from? Is it illicitly manufactured? If so, surely the American police/fbi/customs/whoever deals with these things has busted at least one lab... IF NOT, doesn't that suggest that the pharmecutical companies are somehow complicit in this? Or else the government? Or at the very least some people in pretty high places. Because unless you're making it yourself, getting hold of huge enough doses to cut a swathe of a nation's heroin supply takes quite some influence.
Ditto with "gear cut with barbs". E.g. a red Seconal in the 1960s contained 50mg or 100mg of Seconal (quinalbarbitone/secobarbital) in a red capsule weighing in total at least 500mg (half a gram) Which is the size of (here in the UK) a £20 bag of street gear. To cut heroin with this drug and have it take any effect, you'd need to add NEAT barbs, not just powder from capsules, which again begs the same questions...
Same with methaqualone, which has also turned up in heroin. (Though I know someone who grew up in Malta where "Quaaludes" were on the drugs market. He said these weren't pharmaceutical pills, they were more like Es, branded with various stars, birds, crowns/ etc. I.e. illicitly manufactured ...
But again, the police in this country have examined the quality of ecstasy pills and stated (though this has not been widely publicized) that some are so well made they almost definitely come from professional pill-making equipment... which again begs some fascinating questions - how do criminal gangs get their hands on such equipment?
All I'm saying is, I reckon there's a lot more going on with this drugs thing than meets the eye...
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 8:31 PM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
I've read theories about where the fentanyl found in some heroin supplies gets there. One article I read (sorry, can't remember where!) said that fentanyl is one of the most-often stolen drug from pharmacies which have been burglarized. It is also intercepted in shipments, they said. I suspect two aditional things: manufacturer complicity, as you state -- as well as pharmacists and/or physicians and/or hospitals which siphon off fentanyl and sell it to heroin wholesalers. Here in Detorit it has killed nearly two hundred people. And it certainly hasn't killed every user who has received it -- most of the time, I would imagine that it's properly diluted. So it's certain that, just here in Detroit, an ENORMOUS amount of fentanyl is being diverted to the streets. And that's just one city! So there must, MUST be a conspiracy going on, cooperation between heroin suppliers and "legitimate" drug manufacturers and distributers!
Chinese Mousiness
Friday, 5 January 2007
Chinese Mousiness
Mood: cheeky
Now Playing: with the Beijing Opera
Topic: Chinese Mouse
Okay, skip this posting if you're not into hamsters...
Chinese Hammy Photo Gallery Links.
So you can understand why I call my pet "Mousey" when he's a hammy...
And to see what he looks like—
Click the following links herebelow...
http://goto.glocalnet.net/natal/ham/chinese.htm — I'm putting this one at top because Benji looks just like my Mousey. Note the platypus-tail. That's his gonads under there.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Hamster — the original and best Wikipedia description. The hammy illustrated, though is a "white spotted," whereas mine comes in normal natural colour. To see a rather unflattering snap of what he actually looks like (when stressed) click below. My hammy's on the left.
http://www.petwebsite.com/hamsters/chinese_hamsters.htm — my Mousey's pictured on the left.
http://uk.ask.com/web?q=pictures+of+chinese+hamsters&qsrc=1&o=322&l=dir&dm=all — a gallery of gleddymousey pixx, including one newborn...
http://www.aub.dk/~zannie/hamster/dwarf.htm — a whole gaggle of dwarf hammies, Chinese included...
http://www.hamsterhideout.com/breedschinese.html — another comparison; a gledwood one and a white...
http://www.hamsterific.com/ChineseHamster.cfm — "a Chinese hamster is sometimes called a Mouster"...
http://www.midlandhamsterclub.co.uk/hamster/chinese.html — the (UK) Midlands Hamster Club has some really good online info for glorified-rat-with-pouches-o-files...
http://members.shaw.ca/petitepaws/chdwf.html — a photo of a Mummy with really cute babies. The accompanying text is particularly perceptive for anyone thinking of buying a pet or wanting tips on handling. These animals are very easy to keep but you need to know e.g. they're extremely shortsighted, they orient themselves by sound, whisker-impressions and smell, etc etc just some things that seem very obvious when you know the animals but may take some getting acquainted with...
OK this is my last hammy link but one:—
*******
http://en.allexperts.com/q/Gerbils-Hamsters-2005/Wobbly-Chinese-Hamster.htm — this Q&As page for all rodent-lovers is pretty much here for my own reference...
Of the hamster types available as pets I've had loads of Syrians (mostly as a kid) though about ten years ago I had my famous golden hamster Pandable (named after the big black poppy eyes). He was much loved. My Aussie friends (who come from a country where hamsters are banned to prevent the influx of nonindigenous vermin) said he looked like a cartoon character! Pandable lived to the glorious (for a hamster) age of 3½. Four people came to his funeral (let's face it, that's more than many humans get) and sang All Things Bright and Beautiful. The hymn wasn't my idea (I love my pets but I'm not THAT soppy) but it was a beautiful song. A couple of years ago I had a Campbells and a Siberian winter white living together. Unfortunately the winter white died (of old age, I suspect; I bought them from a dodgy shop) and the Campbells, who was a tiny baby when I got him, was still grooming his dead housemate's fur, which was heartbreaking... Anyway my Campbells Condensed eventually ran to the wheel in the sky and now I have the Chinese Mouse who is the tamest pet rodent I've ever had bar none. If I pick him out of his nest (he has FIVE nests, lazy swine!) sleeping, cup my hand round him so just his head's poking out, he v often continues to doze, he likes to be stroked on his furry forehead... then eventually he wakes with a start, realizes he's not in bed and decides to go for a ramble. When he's determined to move there's no stopping this animal, but most of the time, I have to say (just as Wikipedia put it ) he does display an endearing gentleness of character. Remember I mentioned a disappointing attempted photo session because I just could not capture his true likeness... well the picture of Benji (click http://goto.glocalnet.net/natal/ham/chinese.htm) does sum up some of the Chinese hammy warmth of personality.
The only hammies I've never owned are Roborovski dwarves. Have a click on this: http://goto.glocalnet.net/natal/ham/raborov.htm they are tiny! And you can keep hoardes of 'em together! Which is so entertaining. Especially when you have one running the wheel one way and then another gets on, determined to go for a spin in the opposite direction...!
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Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 12:55 AM GMT
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 2:15 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Your hamster myust be cute! The pictures are adorable. Wow, I should have a pet. I miss my cat. I lost him in the divorce (like just about everything else ...).
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 5:13 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
E-Mail: hammynutter@lycos.com
Well you should get a kitten then. I'd have a cat if I had room. I went for a mouster mainly because he is so little (he was smaller than a clipper lighter when I bought him) and can live in a 10"x10"x18" glass box (fishtank) no problem. Obviously if you're going to have both animals you need enough room to shut hammy away so I can't really do this, also I'm in a room without direct access to the street or back garden. (I know some Americans keep house cats, but that's v unusual here. People like to let their cats out.) I used to have a cat in my teens. She was born in our house because our friends' cat was pregnant and staying (I can't recall why Kitty would have been at our house but she was) she gave birth to a clutch of kittens. We took the smallest one, brown all over called Coco. Because we had her since birth I knew her since she was absolutely tiny. She used to sit up in the palm of my hand (hamster size) and climb up my jeans with her claws to get to me. She was very tame. I taught her to lie down like a baby and go to sleep (I'd never had a cat before so I didn't see how odd this was). When she got older she went jet black. (Black cats are supposed to be lucky here, but they're unlucky in some other places (like Portugual, I think).) Yeah, I would have another cat if I could. I like dogs too but dogs are one hell of a responsibility. I used to know a Rottweiler called Chiquita (what a name for a 14 stone dog!) Even the police said she was well behaved ... (our police used to use dogs a LOT, but you don't see so much of them these days). Oh man I've got lost in my own typing... I said all I wanted to, surely...
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 5:16 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
E-Mail: hammynutter@lycos.com
Oh yeah, I was going to say if I had a dog I'd want a Rottweiler if it was anything like that one... they're very expensive though... £400-£800 I think.
Chinese Mousiness
Mood: cheeky
Now Playing: with the Beijing Opera
Topic: Chinese Mouse
Okay, skip this posting if you're not into hamsters...
Chinese Hammy Photo Gallery Links.
So you can understand why I call my pet "Mousey" when he's a hammy...
And to see what he looks like—
Click the following links herebelow...
http://goto.glocalnet.net/natal/ham/chinese.htm — I'm putting this one at top because Benji looks just like my Mousey. Note the platypus-tail. That's his gonads under there.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Hamster — the original and best Wikipedia description. The hammy illustrated, though is a "white spotted," whereas mine comes in normal natural colour. To see a rather unflattering snap of what he actually looks like (when stressed) click below. My hammy's on the left.
http://www.petwebsite.com/hamsters/chinese_hamsters.htm — my Mousey's pictured on the left.
http://uk.ask.com/web?q=pictures+of+chinese+hamsters&qsrc=1&o=322&l=dir&dm=all — a gallery of gleddymousey pixx, including one newborn...
http://www.aub.dk/~zannie/hamster/dwarf.htm — a whole gaggle of dwarf hammies, Chinese included...
http://www.hamsterhideout.com/breedschinese.html — another comparison; a gledwood one and a white...
http://www.hamsterific.com/ChineseHamster.cfm — "a Chinese hamster is sometimes called a Mouster"...
http://www.midlandhamsterclub.co.uk/hamster/chinese.html — the (UK) Midlands Hamster Club has some really good online info for glorified-rat-with-pouches-o-files...
http://members.shaw.ca/petitepaws/chdwf.html — a photo of a Mummy with really cute babies. The accompanying text is particularly perceptive for anyone thinking of buying a pet or wanting tips on handling. These animals are very easy to keep but you need to know e.g. they're extremely shortsighted, they orient themselves by sound, whisker-impressions and smell, etc etc just some things that seem very obvious when you know the animals but may take some getting acquainted with...
OK this is my last hammy link but one:—
*******
http://en.allexperts.com/q/Gerbils-Hamsters-2005/Wobbly-Chinese-Hamster.htm — this Q&As page for all rodent-lovers is pretty much here for my own reference...
Of the hamster types available as pets I've had loads of Syrians (mostly as a kid) though about ten years ago I had my famous golden hamster Pandable (named after the big black poppy eyes). He was much loved. My Aussie friends (who come from a country where hamsters are banned to prevent the influx of nonindigenous vermin) said he looked like a cartoon character! Pandable lived to the glorious (for a hamster) age of 3½. Four people came to his funeral (let's face it, that's more than many humans get) and sang All Things Bright and Beautiful. The hymn wasn't my idea (I love my pets but I'm not THAT soppy) but it was a beautiful song. A couple of years ago I had a Campbells and a Siberian winter white living together. Unfortunately the winter white died (of old age, I suspect; I bought them from a dodgy shop) and the Campbells, who was a tiny baby when I got him, was still grooming his dead housemate's fur, which was heartbreaking... Anyway my Campbells Condensed eventually ran to the wheel in the sky and now I have the Chinese Mouse who is the tamest pet rodent I've ever had bar none. If I pick him out of his nest (he has FIVE nests, lazy swine!) sleeping, cup my hand round him so just his head's poking out, he v often continues to doze, he likes to be stroked on his furry forehead... then eventually he wakes with a start, realizes he's not in bed and decides to go for a ramble. When he's determined to move there's no stopping this animal, but most of the time, I have to say (just as Wikipedia put it ) he does display an endearing gentleness of character. Remember I mentioned a disappointing attempted photo session because I just could not capture his true likeness... well the picture of Benji (click http://goto.glocalnet.net/natal/ham/chinese.htm) does sum up some of the Chinese hammy warmth of personality.
The only hammies I've never owned are Roborovski dwarves. Have a click on this: http://goto.glocalnet.net/natal/ham/raborov.htm they are tiny! And you can keep hoardes of 'em together! Which is so entertaining. Especially when you have one running the wheel one way and then another gets on, determined to go for a spin in the opposite direction...!
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Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 12:55 AM GMT
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 2:15 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Your hamster myust be cute! The pictures are adorable. Wow, I should have a pet. I miss my cat. I lost him in the divorce (like just about everything else ...).
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 5:13 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
E-Mail: hammynutter@lycos.com
Well you should get a kitten then. I'd have a cat if I had room. I went for a mouster mainly because he is so little (he was smaller than a clipper lighter when I bought him) and can live in a 10"x10"x18" glass box (fishtank) no problem. Obviously if you're going to have both animals you need enough room to shut hammy away so I can't really do this, also I'm in a room without direct access to the street or back garden. (I know some Americans keep house cats, but that's v unusual here. People like to let their cats out.) I used to have a cat in my teens. She was born in our house because our friends' cat was pregnant and staying (I can't recall why Kitty would have been at our house but she was) she gave birth to a clutch of kittens. We took the smallest one, brown all over called Coco. Because we had her since birth I knew her since she was absolutely tiny. She used to sit up in the palm of my hand (hamster size) and climb up my jeans with her claws to get to me. She was very tame. I taught her to lie down like a baby and go to sleep (I'd never had a cat before so I didn't see how odd this was). When she got older she went jet black. (Black cats are supposed to be lucky here, but they're unlucky in some other places (like Portugual, I think).) Yeah, I would have another cat if I could. I like dogs too but dogs are one hell of a responsibility. I used to know a Rottweiler called Chiquita (what a name for a 14 stone dog!) Even the police said she was well behaved ... (our police used to use dogs a LOT, but you don't see so much of them these days). Oh man I've got lost in my own typing... I said all I wanted to, surely...
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Saturday, 6 January 2007 - 5:16 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
E-Mail: hammynutter@lycos.com
Oh yeah, I was going to say if I had a dog I'd want a Rottweiler if it was anything like that one... they're very expensive though... £400-£800 I think.
The Day After the Crazy Night Before
The Day After the Crazy Night Before...
Mood: spacey
Now Playing: Still Exhaustedly, I'm afraid...
Topic: Daily Doings
Wow! Check out the reply I got from The Sun's agony aunt "Dear Deidre" below. I emailed in asking for any good or unusual links she might have for my website, so the reply you see is what she wrote (unedited) below. I've always wanted to include some very basic info on the drugs from an unbiased source so the cyber-leaflet she sent me (it came attached as a Word document) seems as good as any. I want to emphasize I've pasted it up here exactly as it came for public information.
I still didn't sleep too brilliantly last night. There was madness in our house in the form of the prostitute's boyfriend going so deranged on crack he was howling at one point like a wild animal. All the money had obviously gone and she was imploring him to be "allowed" to keep her mobile phone... else that, too, would have gone up in smoke.
There's not much more I can say about crack. I've been into the madness also. It's not pretty. It's not special. It's just a morass, a mess, a living hell.
On a lighter note, I've wanted to post a picture of my Chinese hammy and haven't been able to do it; but I've found one. If you click on: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Hamster you'll see my Little Mousey in white. The beady eyes show beautifully in that photo...
I'll leave it here. Take care folks. — Gleds.
Posted by gledwood at 4:02 PM GMT
Updated: Friday, 5 January 2007 10:54 PM GMT
Mood: spacey
Now Playing: Still Exhaustedly, I'm afraid...
Topic: Daily Doings
Wow! Check out the reply I got from The Sun's agony aunt "Dear Deidre" below. I emailed in asking for any good or unusual links she might have for my website, so the reply you see is what she wrote (unedited) below. I've always wanted to include some very basic info on the drugs from an unbiased source so the cyber-leaflet she sent me (it came attached as a Word document) seems as good as any. I want to emphasize I've pasted it up here exactly as it came for public information.
I still didn't sleep too brilliantly last night. There was madness in our house in the form of the prostitute's boyfriend going so deranged on crack he was howling at one point like a wild animal. All the money had obviously gone and she was imploring him to be "allowed" to keep her mobile phone... else that, too, would have gone up in smoke.
There's not much more I can say about crack. I've been into the madness also. It's not pretty. It's not special. It's just a morass, a mess, a living hell.
On a lighter note, I've wanted to post a picture of my Chinese hammy and haven't been able to do it; but I've found one. If you click on: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Hamster you'll see my Little Mousey in white. The beady eyes show beautifully in that photo...
I'll leave it here. Take care folks. — Gleds.
Posted by gledwood at 4:02 PM GMT
Updated: Friday, 5 January 2007 10:54 PM GMT
Dear Deidre on Google
Dear Deidre on Google
Mood: celebratory
Topic: Drugs FAQ
STOP PRESS! (11 January 2007)
I couldn't resist pasting this in here: my Dear Deidre Google listing!!
Gledwood's Drug Confessions: A Heroin Addict's Blog
Posted by gledwood at 12:57 AM GMT. Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 1:18 ... Hi, Gledwood -- yes, it certainly is amazing that Dear Deidre wrote to you! ...
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Posted by gledwood at 1:02 AM GMT
Updated: Thursday, 11 January 2007 3:22 PM GMT
Mood: celebratory
Topic: Drugs FAQ
STOP PRESS! (11 January 2007)
I couldn't resist pasting this in here: my Dear Deidre Google listing!!
Gledwood's Drug Confessions: A Heroin Addict's Blog
Posted by gledwood at 12:57 AM GMT. Updated: Saturday, 6 January 2007 1:18 ... Hi, Gledwood -- yes, it certainly is amazing that Dear Deidre wrote to you! ...
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Updated: Thursday, 11 January 2007 3:22 PM GMT
Dear Deidre Replies!
Friday, 5 January 2007
Dear Deidre Replies to Me!
Mood: hug me
Topic: Drugs FAQ
Hi, thanks for your email and for telling me about your efforts with your blog.
I am sorry to hear that you are addicted to heroin and I hope you are getting the right kind of help to come off it. I am attaching my leaflet about drug worries, which where you can get advice and information on stopping. It also explains my perspective on this.
I do hope, though, that things work out all right for you.
All the best
Deidre
sun newspaper personal advice service deidre sanders
DRUG WORRIES?
If you are worried about drugs, whether it's your own use of them or someone else's, I'm glad you've got in touch.
Some drugs are much more dangerous than others but the ones I’m talking about here all have one danger in common. They are all illegal, unless taken on a doctor's prescription, so using them brings the risk of getting in trouble. If you’re caught with just a tiny amount of some of these drugs on your person – simple “possession” – you may get away as far as the police are concerned with just a verbal warning or official caution. But most schools and many colleges and companies have a zero-tolerance policy, so you could be thrown out for possession of just a small quantity of a drug not in itself very dangerous health-wise, and that could have a seriously bad, lasting effect on your education and prospects. This is a good argument for steering clear of all such drugs.
If you are caught in possession of any larger quantity of a drug than a single dose, then you could be suspected of possession with intent to supply. Passing drugs to your friends, even free of charge, is regarded as supplying, and can get you into far more serious trouble. And there are some serious reasons for such drugs being against the law.
Even drugs which aren't reckoned medically to cause serious side-effects can be more disturbing the younger you are when you start using them, because your brain chemistry and personality are less settled, more easily knocked off balance. Since you have so much else going on in your life during your teenage years and are going through so many personality developments and relationship changes anyway, it makes sense to leave drugs out of the picture at least until you are clearer where your life is heading, what you really want and how you’re going to get there.
For every high, there has to be a low, no up without a down. Regular use of any mood-altering drug - including alcohol, of course - eats into your energy levels, makes you feel you can't be bothered, tends to be destructive of relationships. This is dangerous at any age and is certainly a good reason to make sure you get help if you feel drawn towards regularly blotting out the world. There has to be a reason for this, probably to do with unhappy times in the past, perhaps even when you were a small child. The sooner you sort out what bad feelings lurk around inside you, the sooner you will find that you don't actually need drugs to have a good time. Just as with alcohol, it is always dangerous to take any drugs and drive.
Having said all that, however, it is important to realise that some drugs are more dangerous than others, though all illegally obtained drugs may - without your knowing - have been mixed with something far more dangerous or be at a lethal strength.
What drugs are commonly available on the street?.
Solvents are found in products like glue and lighter fuel. The effects are similar to being drunk (including the hangover). Risks include suffocation and choking to death, and long-term misuse can result in lasting brain damage.
Amphetamines (also called Speed or Uppers) give a sense of energy and confidence, but anxiety and irritability soon take over. High doses can give you panic attacks. Regular users tend to take increasing doses which undermine health.
Cannabis or marijuana (also called Dope, Blow, Grass, and so on), makes people feel more relaxed and talkative. It's not normally addictive, but users can come to rely on it as a way of feeling more relaxed socially. Modern extra-strong forms of cannabis are more habit-forming and damaging. It can trigger serious mental health problems such as schizophrenia in teenagers and is linked with depression, anxiety and risk of suicide. Cannabis is usually smoked with tobacco too, with all its associated health risks.
Ecstasy is mainly known as E though it has many other nicknames. If it's taken in a hot atmosphere without enough water or soft drinks being available, at a rave for example, it can cause heatstroke. It is particularly dangerous for anyone who suffers from epileptic fits or any kind of heart condition. Ecstasy can make people very friendly towards each other or give them a feeling of extra energy. Once the effect wears off, though, it can leave them feeling low, and regular use can have serious long-term effects. I have heard from many who found it leads to serious lasting depression.
Cocaine or coke as it's often known, is a powerful stimulant but effects tend to peak quickly and lessen rapidly. The drug then has to be taken more often to maintain the high and this leads to dependence. Over the longer term, it can cause sickness, sleeplessness, and weight loss. Sniffing cocaine can also damage the membranes inside the nose.
Crack is cocaine which has been treated with chemicals so that it can be smoked, and it’s more dangerous. The initial high is followed by unpleasant after-effects, which not only encourage compulsive use but can also lead to dependence.
LSD, also known as acid, is very powerful. You need take only a minute quantity - by mouth - for a trip lasting several hours. Hallucinations are usually vivid. It’s not addictive but trips can lead to depression, dizziness and panic. These are more likely if the user is anxious or in unfamiliar surroundings, and are more likely to cause long-term disturbance in the young or vulnerable.
Heroin (or Smack, Junk, or H) is sometimes sniffed like cocaine, sometimes smoked, sometimes injected. It creates a feeling of total relaxation and comfort but, once physical dependence has established itself, this pleasure is replaced simply by the relief of getting hold of the drug because withdrawal is so distressing. Mis-users need more and more just to get the same effect. Abuse is linked with crime, risk of HIV, self-neglect – in fact a thoroughly miserable way of life.
You can get more information and advice about all these drugs in confidence from FRANK (the national drugs helpline) on 0800 77 66 00, www.talktofrank.com. The Parents Drug Test on their website (www.taktofrank.com) is a useful quiz guide to most commonly used drugs, their appearance, popular street names and how to identify signs of drug-taking.
I hope you’ve found this useful. If I can be of further help, or you’d like my booklist on related subjects, please e-mail problems@deardeidre.org, or write, enclosing a stamped self-addressed envelope if possible to: Deidre Sanders, FREEPOST, THE SUN, London E98 lAX.
© Deidre Sanders
D06L
While I make every effort to ensure the advice and information I provide is accurate and up to date, my service cannot be a substitute for consulting your own doctor, solicitor or a face-to-
face counsellor when needed. I cannot be held responsible or liable for claims arising out of our correspondence, nor if I have been misled about the facts and circumstances.
5 January 2007
Posted by gledwood at 12:53 AM GMT
Updated: Friday, 5 January 2007 1:01 AM GMT
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Friday, 5 January 2007 - 11:43 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Fascinating blog you have here! I'll definitely be back.
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Friday, 5 January 2007 - 2:33 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Wow... a reply from Dear Deidre. To be honest I always thought these sorts of pages in newspapers were entirely ficticious. Glad to see I was wrong. I'm getting one heck of an education about drugs (in a good way) from your blog. Fore-warned is fore-armed. Keep up the good work. There are a lot of people who are going to benefit from your openess and sound advice.........including yourself.
Rx
Dear Deidre Replies to Me!
Mood: hug me
Topic: Drugs FAQ
Hi, thanks for your email and for telling me about your efforts with your blog.
I am sorry to hear that you are addicted to heroin and I hope you are getting the right kind of help to come off it. I am attaching my leaflet about drug worries, which where you can get advice and information on stopping. It also explains my perspective on this.
I do hope, though, that things work out all right for you.
All the best
Deidre
sun newspaper personal advice service deidre sanders
DRUG WORRIES?
If you are worried about drugs, whether it's your own use of them or someone else's, I'm glad you've got in touch.
Some drugs are much more dangerous than others but the ones I’m talking about here all have one danger in common. They are all illegal, unless taken on a doctor's prescription, so using them brings the risk of getting in trouble. If you’re caught with just a tiny amount of some of these drugs on your person – simple “possession” – you may get away as far as the police are concerned with just a verbal warning or official caution. But most schools and many colleges and companies have a zero-tolerance policy, so you could be thrown out for possession of just a small quantity of a drug not in itself very dangerous health-wise, and that could have a seriously bad, lasting effect on your education and prospects. This is a good argument for steering clear of all such drugs.
If you are caught in possession of any larger quantity of a drug than a single dose, then you could be suspected of possession with intent to supply. Passing drugs to your friends, even free of charge, is regarded as supplying, and can get you into far more serious trouble. And there are some serious reasons for such drugs being against the law.
Even drugs which aren't reckoned medically to cause serious side-effects can be more disturbing the younger you are when you start using them, because your brain chemistry and personality are less settled, more easily knocked off balance. Since you have so much else going on in your life during your teenage years and are going through so many personality developments and relationship changes anyway, it makes sense to leave drugs out of the picture at least until you are clearer where your life is heading, what you really want and how you’re going to get there.
For every high, there has to be a low, no up without a down. Regular use of any mood-altering drug - including alcohol, of course - eats into your energy levels, makes you feel you can't be bothered, tends to be destructive of relationships. This is dangerous at any age and is certainly a good reason to make sure you get help if you feel drawn towards regularly blotting out the world. There has to be a reason for this, probably to do with unhappy times in the past, perhaps even when you were a small child. The sooner you sort out what bad feelings lurk around inside you, the sooner you will find that you don't actually need drugs to have a good time. Just as with alcohol, it is always dangerous to take any drugs and drive.
Having said all that, however, it is important to realise that some drugs are more dangerous than others, though all illegally obtained drugs may - without your knowing - have been mixed with something far more dangerous or be at a lethal strength.
What drugs are commonly available on the street?.
Solvents are found in products like glue and lighter fuel. The effects are similar to being drunk (including the hangover). Risks include suffocation and choking to death, and long-term misuse can result in lasting brain damage.
Amphetamines (also called Speed or Uppers) give a sense of energy and confidence, but anxiety and irritability soon take over. High doses can give you panic attacks. Regular users tend to take increasing doses which undermine health.
Cannabis or marijuana (also called Dope, Blow, Grass, and so on), makes people feel more relaxed and talkative. It's not normally addictive, but users can come to rely on it as a way of feeling more relaxed socially. Modern extra-strong forms of cannabis are more habit-forming and damaging. It can trigger serious mental health problems such as schizophrenia in teenagers and is linked with depression, anxiety and risk of suicide. Cannabis is usually smoked with tobacco too, with all its associated health risks.
Ecstasy is mainly known as E though it has many other nicknames. If it's taken in a hot atmosphere without enough water or soft drinks being available, at a rave for example, it can cause heatstroke. It is particularly dangerous for anyone who suffers from epileptic fits or any kind of heart condition. Ecstasy can make people very friendly towards each other or give them a feeling of extra energy. Once the effect wears off, though, it can leave them feeling low, and regular use can have serious long-term effects. I have heard from many who found it leads to serious lasting depression.
Cocaine or coke as it's often known, is a powerful stimulant but effects tend to peak quickly and lessen rapidly. The drug then has to be taken more often to maintain the high and this leads to dependence. Over the longer term, it can cause sickness, sleeplessness, and weight loss. Sniffing cocaine can also damage the membranes inside the nose.
Crack is cocaine which has been treated with chemicals so that it can be smoked, and it’s more dangerous. The initial high is followed by unpleasant after-effects, which not only encourage compulsive use but can also lead to dependence.
LSD, also known as acid, is very powerful. You need take only a minute quantity - by mouth - for a trip lasting several hours. Hallucinations are usually vivid. It’s not addictive but trips can lead to depression, dizziness and panic. These are more likely if the user is anxious or in unfamiliar surroundings, and are more likely to cause long-term disturbance in the young or vulnerable.
Heroin (or Smack, Junk, or H) is sometimes sniffed like cocaine, sometimes smoked, sometimes injected. It creates a feeling of total relaxation and comfort but, once physical dependence has established itself, this pleasure is replaced simply by the relief of getting hold of the drug because withdrawal is so distressing. Mis-users need more and more just to get the same effect. Abuse is linked with crime, risk of HIV, self-neglect – in fact a thoroughly miserable way of life.
You can get more information and advice about all these drugs in confidence from FRANK (the national drugs helpline) on 0800 77 66 00, www.talktofrank.com. The Parents Drug Test on their website (www.taktofrank.com) is a useful quiz guide to most commonly used drugs, their appearance, popular street names and how to identify signs of drug-taking.
I hope you’ve found this useful. If I can be of further help, or you’d like my booklist on related subjects, please e-mail problems@deardeidre.org, or write, enclosing a stamped self-addressed envelope if possible to: Deidre Sanders, FREEPOST, THE SUN, London E98 lAX.
© Deidre Sanders
D06L
While I make every effort to ensure the advice and information I provide is accurate and up to date, my service cannot be a substitute for consulting your own doctor, solicitor or a face-to-
face counsellor when needed. I cannot be held responsible or liable for claims arising out of our correspondence, nor if I have been misled about the facts and circumstances.
5 January 2007
Posted by gledwood at 12:53 AM GMT
Updated: Friday, 5 January 2007 1:01 AM GMT
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Friday, 5 January 2007 - 11:43 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Fascinating blog you have here! I'll definitely be back.
Reply to this Comment
Friday, 5 January 2007 - 2:33 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Wow... a reply from Dear Deidre. To be honest I always thought these sorts of pages in newspapers were entirely ficticious. Glad to see I was wrong. I'm getting one heck of an education about drugs (in a good way) from your blog. Fore-warned is fore-armed. Keep up the good work. There are a lot of people who are going to benefit from your openess and sound advice.........including yourself.
Rx
Night-night
Thursday, 4 January 2007
Night-night...
Mood: silly
Now Playing: Chung Peng Chow's Magic Cow Orchestra... and if you believe that you'll believe anything!
Topic: Daily Doings
Hi folks, it's night time. I am very tired bc I can't get a sleep pattern of any sense together. Did I have anything pertinent to say?? Whatver it was it's gone. If I knew where... do you know what, I don't know that I'm not too tired to bother fishing it back... Oh night-night...
Posted by gledwood at 11:30 PM GMT
Night-night...
Mood: silly
Now Playing: Chung Peng Chow's Magic Cow Orchestra... and if you believe that you'll believe anything!
Topic: Daily Doings
Hi folks, it's night time. I am very tired bc I can't get a sleep pattern of any sense together. Did I have anything pertinent to say?? Whatver it was it's gone. If I knew where... do you know what, I don't know that I'm not too tired to bother fishing it back... Oh night-night...
Posted by gledwood at 11:30 PM GMT
Ecstasy
Thursday, 4 January 2007
Ecstasy
Mood: d'oh
Now Playing: 4am hard trance...
Topic: Drugs
Funny, I had a flashback yesterday (just before I started getting harangued by all those nasties), a flashback not to drugs but to the 4am music at some of the Brixton Academy nights I used to go to...
Now I've got to keep this posting quick as I'm dying to go out and get a fag to smoke. Honestly I've only had two spindliest rollies since ... I dunno... 4am, actually!!
Well, I just "listened again" (because I missed it the 1st time) to a Radio 4 prog called "E Generation at 40":— one can find it at www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/progs/listenagain.shtml and select E Generation...blah blah.
One piece of rubbish they highlighted was a slide of a brain so corroded by MDMA ("E") it had holes in it. Bloody great big ones. That was shown on the Oprah Winfrey Show. This the Radio 4 programme's toxicologists debunked as absolute nonsense, ("media misinformation").
They came up with some interesting seeming findings ("seeming" bc the research is ongoing as the course of people's lives). Any cognitive deficits the E does give you seem to be permanent. One expert was even talking of a permanent 3-point IQ-loss. They also hinted that boys might get more messed up mentally by cannabis while with girls it's E that's more likely to do their heads in, which was interesting because the two people I've met who had panic attacks (ongoing) after experiencing E were both female. They said females might be more susceptible to adverse affects from psychostimulants. Which I found intriguing bc it's a fairly well known phenomenon that girls can take far more cocaine than boys... and they don't want to stop. I don't know why.
Lastly I'll tell you of an MDMA experiment on rats. The rodents had Es popped into their mouths (actually I'm assuming this; I don't know how the methylenedioxymethylamphetamine was actually administered) but anyway, once the rats, fitted with electric sensors "came up" they just plodded round and round and round and round and round the perimeter of their containers... whereas normal rats pinged about everywhere and rats on speed did the same as normal but twice as much in the time...
Right I'm going to go because nicotine (not to mention a certain other substance) is calling me...!
See yer later,
Gleds
Posted by gledwood at 11:13 AM GMT
Updated: Thursday, 4 January 2007 11:28 AM GMT
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 1:23 PM GMT
Name: "anonymous"
Everybody everywhere, no matter what his station,
Has moments of deep loneliness and quiet desperation,
For this lost and lonely feeling is inherent in mankind,
It is just the spirit speaking as God tries again to find
An opening in the wall man builds against God's touch,
For he feels so sufficient that he doesn't need God much,
So he vainly goes on struggling to find some explanation
For these disturbing, lonely moods of inner isolation,
But the answer keeps eluding him, for in his finite mind,
He does not even recognise that he will never find
The reason for life's emptiness unless he learns to share
The problems and the burdens that surround him everywhere,
But when his eyes are opened and he really looks at others,
He begins to see not strangers but people who are brothers.
So open up your hurting heart and let God enter in,
He only wants to help you a new life to begin,
And every day's a good day to lose yourself in others,
And any time a good time to see mankind as brothers,
And this can only happen when you realize it's true
That everyone needs someone and that "someone" is you
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Wednesday, 10 January 2007 - 9:29 PM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
That's very well put, actually.
Ecstasy
Mood: d'oh
Now Playing: 4am hard trance...
Topic: Drugs
Funny, I had a flashback yesterday (just before I started getting harangued by all those nasties), a flashback not to drugs but to the 4am music at some of the Brixton Academy nights I used to go to...
Now I've got to keep this posting quick as I'm dying to go out and get a fag to smoke. Honestly I've only had two spindliest rollies since ... I dunno... 4am, actually!!
Well, I just "listened again" (because I missed it the 1st time) to a Radio 4 prog called "E Generation at 40":— one can find it at www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/progs/listenagain.shtml and select E Generation...blah blah.
One piece of rubbish they highlighted was a slide of a brain so corroded by MDMA ("E") it had holes in it. Bloody great big ones. That was shown on the Oprah Winfrey Show. This the Radio 4 programme's toxicologists debunked as absolute nonsense, ("media misinformation").
They came up with some interesting seeming findings ("seeming" bc the research is ongoing as the course of people's lives). Any cognitive deficits the E does give you seem to be permanent. One expert was even talking of a permanent 3-point IQ-loss. They also hinted that boys might get more messed up mentally by cannabis while with girls it's E that's more likely to do their heads in, which was interesting because the two people I've met who had panic attacks (ongoing) after experiencing E were both female. They said females might be more susceptible to adverse affects from psychostimulants. Which I found intriguing bc it's a fairly well known phenomenon that girls can take far more cocaine than boys... and they don't want to stop. I don't know why.
Lastly I'll tell you of an MDMA experiment on rats. The rodents had Es popped into their mouths (actually I'm assuming this; I don't know how the methylenedioxymethylamphetamine was actually administered) but anyway, once the rats, fitted with electric sensors "came up" they just plodded round and round and round and round and round the perimeter of their containers... whereas normal rats pinged about everywhere and rats on speed did the same as normal but twice as much in the time...
Right I'm going to go because nicotine (not to mention a certain other substance) is calling me...!
See yer later,
Gleds
Posted by gledwood at 11:13 AM GMT
Updated: Thursday, 4 January 2007 11:28 AM GMT
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 1:23 PM GMT
Name: "anonymous"
Everybody everywhere, no matter what his station,
Has moments of deep loneliness and quiet desperation,
For this lost and lonely feeling is inherent in mankind,
It is just the spirit speaking as God tries again to find
An opening in the wall man builds against God's touch,
For he feels so sufficient that he doesn't need God much,
So he vainly goes on struggling to find some explanation
For these disturbing, lonely moods of inner isolation,
But the answer keeps eluding him, for in his finite mind,
He does not even recognise that he will never find
The reason for life's emptiness unless he learns to share
The problems and the burdens that surround him everywhere,
But when his eyes are opened and he really looks at others,
He begins to see not strangers but people who are brothers.
So open up your hurting heart and let God enter in,
He only wants to help you a new life to begin,
And every day's a good day to lose yourself in others,
And any time a good time to see mankind as brothers,
And this can only happen when you realize it's true
That everyone needs someone and that "someone" is you
Reply to this Comment
Wednesday, 10 January 2007 - 9:29 PM GMT
Name: gledwood
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com
That's very well put, actually.
Good Morning
Thursday, 4 January 2007
Good Morning
Mood: chillin'
Now Playing: Barely Consciously...
Topic: Chinese Mouse
Good morning everyone. I am sat here rather tired out and nicotine-deprived. Mousey's in his nest. The proper one with cotton wool and sawdust, not the one called my elbow. -ey by the way is not to be confused with Mousie, my French friend who you will see leaving messages in here. I think French Mousie has always known about the Chinese Mousey. I wish I could introduce them. But my scanning abilities are rather dire and my last attempted rodent photo session was a disaster. I got loads of close-ups of a hammy with a dead worried face. (Yes, even hamsters can look worried. I have the proof on Mother Hubbard's mobile phone.) Perhaps one day I will manage to get a nice picture of the Chinese Mouse and I'll email it to the magickal village of Plumpiemousie where the midnight colours are inverted and all is funky, yet never druggie. Such an amazing place...
Posted by gledwood at 9:59 AM GMT
Updated: Thursday, 4 January 2007 10:10 AM GMT
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 10:26 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Morning Gledwood.....I've just been doing a bit on my blog too. I don't know if you've noticed I've added a link to stuff that inspires me...I know you're collecting inspiring stuff so wondered if you wanna take a look??....it might do the same for you. Let me know what you think.
Have a good day...Give mousie a cuddle from me! HBE:)
PS.....you can always e-mail me your comments if you'd rather my address is holly-blueeyes@hotmail.co.uk
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 11:10 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
I'm just about to view those inspirations.
I can't really "cuddle" the Mouse, bc he is so tiny. I held him cupped in my hand this morning actually. He sits there peering out. Not moving. And this morning he sat there I was rubbing his head between his beady black eyes and this actually made him fall asleep! (I don't know if I could sleep if a finger the size of a telephone kiosk tried poking ME between the eyes, but there you go.)
Hmmm. Well I'm off. Bye! Gleds
Good Morning
Mood: chillin'
Now Playing: Barely Consciously...
Topic: Chinese Mouse
Good morning everyone. I am sat here rather tired out and nicotine-deprived. Mousey's in his nest. The proper one with cotton wool and sawdust, not the one called my elbow. -ey by the way is not to be confused with Mousie, my French friend who you will see leaving messages in here. I think French Mousie has always known about the Chinese Mousey. I wish I could introduce them. But my scanning abilities are rather dire and my last attempted rodent photo session was a disaster. I got loads of close-ups of a hammy with a dead worried face. (Yes, even hamsters can look worried. I have the proof on Mother Hubbard's mobile phone.) Perhaps one day I will manage to get a nice picture of the Chinese Mouse and I'll email it to the magickal village of Plumpiemousie where the midnight colours are inverted and all is funky, yet never druggie. Such an amazing place...
Posted by gledwood at 9:59 AM GMT
Updated: Thursday, 4 January 2007 10:10 AM GMT
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 10:26 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Morning Gledwood.....I've just been doing a bit on my blog too. I don't know if you've noticed I've added a link to stuff that inspires me...I know you're collecting inspiring stuff so wondered if you wanna take a look??....it might do the same for you. Let me know what you think.
Have a good day...Give mousie a cuddle from me! HBE:)
PS.....you can always e-mail me your comments if you'd rather my address is holly-blueeyes@hotmail.co.uk
Reply to this Comment
Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 11:10 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
I'm just about to view those inspirations.
I can't really "cuddle" the Mouse, bc he is so tiny. I held him cupped in my hand this morning actually. He sits there peering out. Not moving. And this morning he sat there I was rubbing his head between his beady black eyes and this actually made him fall asleep! (I don't know if I could sleep if a finger the size of a telephone kiosk tried poking ME between the eyes, but there you go.)
Hmmm. Well I'm off. Bye! Gleds
Wednesday's Proper Posting
Thursday, 4 January 2007
Wednesday's Proper Posting
Mood: incredulous
Now Playing: incredulously... people!!-- gaah!!!
Topic: Daily Doings
MY PROPER POSTING for today. Yes I conked out again with my little Mousey up my sleeve. Mousing around, up and down my sleeve, whiskers all a-tickling me, push-push-pushing with his nose. Then, as I say, settling down to yet more extended hours of sleep. Funny, but when he’s intent on rambling somewhere more interesting, even if I put my forearms vertical he climbs up the material with ease, pops out and climbs on my hands, hangs over the brink of my cuffs, judging ever more cavalierly the distance for a leap down…
I’M GLAD I’M AT HOME. Am not too much of a fan of the Vast Outside most of the time.
People! Bloody people!
The girls in the bookshop were sweet, wishing me happy new year. They know me well from my times last year when I went through a great deal of the Wordsworth Editions £1.99 Classics range. Ordering titles, one at a time, through their computer. Leaving me with half a shelf full of half read Victorian fiction. Anna Karenina I'm still tackling gamely. I adore that book. It's just that I have the attentionspan of a gnat that makes the concentrating upon all 850++ pages rather difficult.
Then I’m leaving the booksshop when a Greek voice accosts me and two deranged eyes. A Local Psycho, who used to call himself my friend, demands £1. So he can go get a drink. I said no. Then, two glassy inner –spiralling eyes met mine and a rant — “I saw you with my friend (what friend?) in the off-licence (liquor store) this morning. What off licence? Don’t laugh at me. Next time I see you I’m gonna hit you. What’s wrong with now? Does he know my really puny left hook?
(MY RIGHT HOOK, on the other hand, even Charles the Schizophrenic Boxer admires my right hook. He tries not to look pained when, standing palms out, he allows me to smack them fearlessly.)
[I've just read this back the next day. And who was supposed to be fearless. Him or me?]
So Zorba doddles off. I brave the local supermarket. “Brave” is the operative word for their most recent “StoreD”, in an Alzheimerian feat of confabulation, remembers calling me into the back room of a prominent high street pharmacy accused of theft of what I later identified as a £25 copper antiarthritis bangle. What else annoyed me in this incident was that nobody had witnessed me even touching said bangle (that’s because I hadn’t). A new and rather thick member of staff had merely witnessed me stand beside the empty packet as I perused camera batteries (I needed a new battery for my oldfashioned auto-advance film camera.)
“Look, just put it on the table now and you’ll get a banning letter (banning me for life from the shop? For doing nothing? No thanks.) and we’ll leave it at that,” said Mr StoreD in a voice so reasonable I almost felt silly having to contradict him and tell him the truth. The harsh unpalatable truth that someone who looked like a junkie had actually, for once, not stolen the item in question. He didn’t like this. Once I’d emptied my every pocket, turned my bag inside-out, proved beyond doubt that no £25 arthritis bracelet was in my possession, I pointed to the luxuriant bank of CCTV monitors and challenged him to prove the “crime” on them.
My invitation was immediately declined.
What gets me the most about this episode is that the guilty StoreD remembers my face (though he assumed I’d forgotten his for I blanked him so effectively on so many occasions), remembers the accusation, yet affects to have forgotten my innocence. He even started getting quite lairy with me last time he caught me in this unnamed supermarket, ejecting me for “theft” of a single carrier bag. My friend Valium Marilyn’s had split so I was only doing a favour. He threw me out as if I’d been apprehended committing grand theft larceny. Well and truly in his element he threatened me with “the back room” should I dare set foot inside the hallowed sliding doors again. When I told him that the “last time” of which he kept reminding me, I’d actually done nothing wrong and he knew that, his eyes flashed with inner fury and he growled to , “Get out of my face.”...
Thankfully no security appeared to be “on” this evening so I braved the supermarket, got all me food. Feeling well pleased with myself I breezed outside ony to run slap bang into Crackhead of the Century imploring me for £50p. Come on, just 50p I know you’ve got it.” I pleaded poverty and hurried to the busstop. People!
Fair enough I used to beg up change. But I never begged “off my own” (why ask someone who has nothing?— that makes no sense. That is taking the pee-pee.) Also when I begged I sat down. In the end, I had so many “regulars” I didn’t even need to ask. The money came of people’s free will. If someone didn’t want to talk to me, so be it. I ignored them. And I got very little trouble because of this. C of the C, on the other hand, seems to have a bashed-in face nearly every other time I meet him. Which is far too frequently for my liking.
And here endeth today’s posting. People! Ukk!!
Posted by gledwood at 12:51 AM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 7 January 2007 6:37 PM GMT
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 7:06 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Yes people can be a pain this much I know is true....
I'd much rather be a butterfly! ;)
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 9:51 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com.blog
I don't blame you.
Gleds.
Wednesday's Proper Posting
Mood: incredulous
Now Playing: incredulously... people!!-- gaah!!!
Topic: Daily Doings
MY PROPER POSTING for today. Yes I conked out again with my little Mousey up my sleeve. Mousing around, up and down my sleeve, whiskers all a-tickling me, push-push-pushing with his nose. Then, as I say, settling down to yet more extended hours of sleep. Funny, but when he’s intent on rambling somewhere more interesting, even if I put my forearms vertical he climbs up the material with ease, pops out and climbs on my hands, hangs over the brink of my cuffs, judging ever more cavalierly the distance for a leap down…
I’M GLAD I’M AT HOME. Am not too much of a fan of the Vast Outside most of the time.
People! Bloody people!
The girls in the bookshop were sweet, wishing me happy new year. They know me well from my times last year when I went through a great deal of the Wordsworth Editions £1.99 Classics range. Ordering titles, one at a time, through their computer. Leaving me with half a shelf full of half read Victorian fiction. Anna Karenina I'm still tackling gamely. I adore that book. It's just that I have the attentionspan of a gnat that makes the concentrating upon all 850++ pages rather difficult.
Then I’m leaving the booksshop when a Greek voice accosts me and two deranged eyes. A Local Psycho, who used to call himself my friend, demands £1. So he can go get a drink. I said no. Then, two glassy inner –spiralling eyes met mine and a rant — “I saw you with my friend (what friend?) in the off-licence (liquor store) this morning. What off licence? Don’t laugh at me. Next time I see you I’m gonna hit you. What’s wrong with now? Does he know my really puny left hook?
(MY RIGHT HOOK, on the other hand, even Charles the Schizophrenic Boxer admires my right hook. He tries not to look pained when, standing palms out, he allows me to smack them fearlessly.)
[I've just read this back the next day. And who was supposed to be fearless. Him or me?]
So Zorba doddles off. I brave the local supermarket. “Brave” is the operative word for their most recent “StoreD”, in an Alzheimerian feat of confabulation, remembers calling me into the back room of a prominent high street pharmacy accused of theft of what I later identified as a £25 copper antiarthritis bangle. What else annoyed me in this incident was that nobody had witnessed me even touching said bangle (that’s because I hadn’t). A new and rather thick member of staff had merely witnessed me stand beside the empty packet as I perused camera batteries (I needed a new battery for my oldfashioned auto-advance film camera.)
“Look, just put it on the table now and you’ll get a banning letter (banning me for life from the shop? For doing nothing? No thanks.) and we’ll leave it at that,” said Mr StoreD in a voice so reasonable I almost felt silly having to contradict him and tell him the truth. The harsh unpalatable truth that someone who looked like a junkie had actually, for once, not stolen the item in question. He didn’t like this. Once I’d emptied my every pocket, turned my bag inside-out, proved beyond doubt that no £25 arthritis bracelet was in my possession, I pointed to the luxuriant bank of CCTV monitors and challenged him to prove the “crime” on them.
My invitation was immediately declined.
What gets me the most about this episode is that the guilty StoreD remembers my face (though he assumed I’d forgotten his for I blanked him so effectively on so many occasions), remembers the accusation, yet affects to have forgotten my innocence. He even started getting quite lairy with me last time he caught me in this unnamed supermarket, ejecting me for “theft” of a single carrier bag. My friend Valium Marilyn’s had split so I was only doing a favour. He threw me out as if I’d been apprehended committing grand theft larceny. Well and truly in his element he threatened me with “the back room” should I dare set foot inside the hallowed sliding doors again. When I told him that the “last time” of which he kept reminding me, I’d actually done nothing wrong and he knew that, his eyes flashed with inner fury and he growled to , “Get out of my face.”...
Thankfully no security appeared to be “on” this evening so I braved the supermarket, got all me food. Feeling well pleased with myself I breezed outside ony to run slap bang into Crackhead of the Century imploring me for £50p. Come on, just 50p I know you’ve got it.” I pleaded poverty and hurried to the busstop. People!
Fair enough I used to beg up change. But I never begged “off my own” (why ask someone who has nothing?— that makes no sense. That is taking the pee-pee.) Also when I begged I sat down. In the end, I had so many “regulars” I didn’t even need to ask. The money came of people’s free will. If someone didn’t want to talk to me, so be it. I ignored them. And I got very little trouble because of this. C of the C, on the other hand, seems to have a bashed-in face nearly every other time I meet him. Which is far too frequently for my liking.
And here endeth today’s posting. People! Ukk!!
Posted by gledwood at 12:51 AM GMT
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 7:06 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Yes people can be a pain this much I know is true....
I'd much rather be a butterfly! ;)
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 9:51 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
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I don't blame you.
Gleds.
Daily Nothingness
Wednesday, 3 January 2007
The Daily Nothingness
Mood: spacey
Now Playing: Ding-Dong-Ping-Pong-Pong-Pongs
Topic: Daily Doings
Wednesday 3rd January 2007
I DO FIND IT AMUSING when I type these postings out on Word and the program presumes to (a) understand what I’m trying to say better than I can say so myself or (b) (most annoying of all) corrects my grammar. It even dove (or should that be “dived”, I prefer “dove”, I think it’s American English but still, I prefer it. Yeah, it dove in and informed me that my Revised Standard Version Bible quotation from Isaiah for the new year was ungrammatical. Honestly!
Right so I’m meant to tell the nitty-gritty of my sad life. Sainsbury’s. No beef sausages. Exceedingly annoying. (I’m no swine-o-phile.) I’m getting loads of green underlining here. Bought “Healthy Options” wholegrain fresh and soft and bendy tagliatelle. Not your junkie Value baked beans and shoplifted bacon fayre, I know, but I’ve made more effort to take care of myself of late.
Last night I conked out (addicts don’t just sleep, they conk out fully clothed for the night and call that sleeping). Yeah so I conked out with hammy out. In my hands he’s learnt to dive up my sleeves where he mouses around for up to twenty minutes before settling down to sleep. Yes, up my sleeve. And it being night, I fell into deep unconsciousness with said rodent nestling in the crook of my arm. (Hamsters are nocturnal, but this one just sleeps morning, noon and night; I’ve never had a pet like him.)
When I awoke thinking “aaagh! He’s pinged out!” he hadn’t. He was just clinging (no doubt still unconscious) to the inside of my clothes. As I said, he is a very odd hamster. Chinese hamster if you want to be precise. He makes my sleeves his own domain then runs away from my hands when I try and get him out. Usually for some practical reason, like I’m popping down the shop. Sometimes I just think, well whatever and take him with me. He doesn’t mind.
Now I’m trying to think of something more exciting to tell you. One of these days I shall get round to telling about my home detox. At my parents’ house. Unannounced. That was some chaos and a half!
Meanwhile I’m signing off for now. Take care, folks.
Gleds
xx
Posted by gledwood at 9:20 PM GMT
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 12:18 AM GMT
Name: "soren faust"
Home Page: http://soren-faust.livejournal.com/
E-Mail: ssaturnine@yahoo.com
Hey Glens,
Thanks for commenting on my journal (livejournal) post, i.e. "Tunnel Walking." I like your comment on the whole "pinhole" at the end of the tunnel insight. Anyway, I plan on reading some of your stuff--as it stands, I've been quite busy and have fell behind on reading blogs. Also, I noticed that Micah from Junkylife gave you a "nod." Junkylife's a good site with good people on it, except for me. To let you know--I'm "ssaturnine" on JL. The reason I've not been posting frequently over there is because, for intents and purposes, I don't fit the Junky thing anymore, so why bore people with my stories of what can be called the remnants of a drug past. I still have "problems" but they're mainly what I call vanilla drug problems, the ones that never, ever go away.
Hope your new year goes sweetly, again thanks for looking me up.
soren faust
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 1:17 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Thanks for posting your comment.
I omitted to tell you that when I went tunnel walking I did so with my brother, my Mum and my Dad! (Sneaking behind barbed-wire fences into the Stygian dark... mile-long rat infested derelict tunnels! Not the kinda thing you're MEANT to do with your parents... surely...?... know what I mean??!
Funny you should have posted about the Tunnel Walk. I've always counted myself lucky for having had that tunnel experience. I'm not sure most people have, you know, really experienced what that saying "light at the end of the tunnel" really means...
Another time we were on a canal narrow boat (again with Mum & this time step-father, on holiday) we went through incredibly long canal-tunnel. This one was really ultra-low to the boat and ribbed or ridged the entire length along the top to the horses that usually pulled the narrow boats could be walked along the top by a child and the men would lie on their backs "peddling" upside down a boat carrying possibly many tonnes of coal/ore/manufactured items (Britain had an extensive canal network before the railways were built and enormous quantities of goods were shipped across the system that joined all the major rivers of the land...) That time in particular I remember the pinpoint of light quite clearly, how tiny and small and slow it stayed. Yeah, cliché it may be, but it definitely means something, that phrase about it at the end of the tunnel...
I don't get what you mean by "Vanilla" drug prob? Surely a problem is a problem? You don't mean opiates, I take it? Are you trying to say you have the odd drink too many and need Valium to chill out? In that case you can join the club of about 100,000,000 other people in THAT particular boat!
Okay, re New Year have a great one. All the best, Gleds
—!!
The Daily Nothingness
Mood: spacey
Now Playing: Ding-Dong-Ping-Pong-Pong-Pongs
Topic: Daily Doings
Wednesday 3rd January 2007
I DO FIND IT AMUSING when I type these postings out on Word and the program presumes to (a) understand what I’m trying to say better than I can say so myself or (b) (most annoying of all) corrects my grammar. It even dove (or should that be “dived”, I prefer “dove”, I think it’s American English but still, I prefer it. Yeah, it dove in and informed me that my Revised Standard Version Bible quotation from Isaiah for the new year was ungrammatical. Honestly!
Right so I’m meant to tell the nitty-gritty of my sad life. Sainsbury’s. No beef sausages. Exceedingly annoying. (I’m no swine-o-phile.) I’m getting loads of green underlining here. Bought “Healthy Options” wholegrain fresh and soft and bendy tagliatelle. Not your junkie Value baked beans and shoplifted bacon fayre, I know, but I’ve made more effort to take care of myself of late.
Last night I conked out (addicts don’t just sleep, they conk out fully clothed for the night and call that sleeping). Yeah so I conked out with hammy out. In my hands he’s learnt to dive up my sleeves where he mouses around for up to twenty minutes before settling down to sleep. Yes, up my sleeve. And it being night, I fell into deep unconsciousness with said rodent nestling in the crook of my arm. (Hamsters are nocturnal, but this one just sleeps morning, noon and night; I’ve never had a pet like him.)
When I awoke thinking “aaagh! He’s pinged out!” he hadn’t. He was just clinging (no doubt still unconscious) to the inside of my clothes. As I said, he is a very odd hamster. Chinese hamster if you want to be precise. He makes my sleeves his own domain then runs away from my hands when I try and get him out. Usually for some practical reason, like I’m popping down the shop. Sometimes I just think, well whatever and take him with me. He doesn’t mind.
Now I’m trying to think of something more exciting to tell you. One of these days I shall get round to telling about my home detox. At my parents’ house. Unannounced. That was some chaos and a half!
Meanwhile I’m signing off for now. Take care, folks.
Gleds
xx
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 12:18 AM GMT
Name: "soren faust"
Home Page: http://soren-faust.livejournal.com/
E-Mail: ssaturnine@yahoo.com
Hey Glens,
Thanks for commenting on my journal (livejournal) post, i.e. "Tunnel Walking." I like your comment on the whole "pinhole" at the end of the tunnel insight. Anyway, I plan on reading some of your stuff--as it stands, I've been quite busy and have fell behind on reading blogs. Also, I noticed that Micah from Junkylife gave you a "nod." Junkylife's a good site with good people on it, except for me. To let you know--I'm "ssaturnine" on JL. The reason I've not been posting frequently over there is because, for intents and purposes, I don't fit the Junky thing anymore, so why bore people with my stories of what can be called the remnants of a drug past. I still have "problems" but they're mainly what I call vanilla drug problems, the ones that never, ever go away.
Hope your new year goes sweetly, again thanks for looking me up.
soren faust
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Thursday, 4 January 2007 - 1:17 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Thanks for posting your comment.
I omitted to tell you that when I went tunnel walking I did so with my brother, my Mum and my Dad! (Sneaking behind barbed-wire fences into the Stygian dark... mile-long rat infested derelict tunnels! Not the kinda thing you're MEANT to do with your parents... surely...?... know what I mean??!
Funny you should have posted about the Tunnel Walk. I've always counted myself lucky for having had that tunnel experience. I'm not sure most people have, you know, really experienced what that saying "light at the end of the tunnel" really means...
Another time we were on a canal narrow boat (again with Mum & this time step-father, on holiday) we went through incredibly long canal-tunnel. This one was really ultra-low to the boat and ribbed or ridged the entire length along the top to the horses that usually pulled the narrow boats could be walked along the top by a child and the men would lie on their backs "peddling" upside down a boat carrying possibly many tonnes of coal/ore/manufactured items (Britain had an extensive canal network before the railways were built and enormous quantities of goods were shipped across the system that joined all the major rivers of the land...) That time in particular I remember the pinpoint of light quite clearly, how tiny and small and slow it stayed. Yeah, cliché it may be, but it definitely means something, that phrase about it at the end of the tunnel...
I don't get what you mean by "Vanilla" drug prob? Surely a problem is a problem? You don't mean opiates, I take it? Are you trying to say you have the odd drink too many and need Valium to chill out? In that case you can join the club of about 100,000,000 other people in THAT particular boat!
Okay, re New Year have a great one. All the best, Gleds
—!!
Naltrexone
Naltrexone
Mood: vegas lucky
Now Playing: Ultra Clean
Topic: Drugs Treatments
NALTREXONE—for those who've got clean and want to stay clean.
(It's similar to the naloxone component of American Suboxone.)
Extract from a leaflet on naltrexone (Nalorex).
Treatment Choices
There are a number of drugs that can be prescribed to help you if you are dependent on opiates like heroin. Naltrexone is a drug that people who have detoxed can take to help them stay opiate-free.
There is not, and never will be, a “magic cure” that can stop everyone taking opiates.
However, the drug treatments, and help from the services that offer them, might be able to help you make any changes you want to make.
This leaflet is one of a series designed to help you understand what you can expect from the different drug treatments that may be on offer.
Heroin-free
Naltrexone is prescribed in the UK under the trade name Nalorex. You can take it if you want to be completely free of heroin and other opiates. It works by sticking to, and blocking, all of the opiate receptors in the brain.
Before you take the first dose of naltrexone you must have been completely heroin- and methadone-free for seven to ten days. This is because if there are opiates in your system, the naltrexone will very quickly remove them from the receptors, and send you into instant withdrawal.
Protection
Naltrexone can make coping with difficult times and high-risk situations easier because you know that if you take heroin, it won’t have any effect.
You take naltrexone as a tablet and, once you are stable and used to taking it, you can take it just three times a week to give full-time protection against the effects of heroin and all other opiates.
Other drugs
Naltrexone doesn’t provide protection against cocaine, tranquillizers or alcohol — so it is important to make sure these drugs don’t “replace” the heroin.
Implants
There has been some publicity given to naltrexone implants which are inserted surgically under the skin and give up to three months’ protection from opiates. However, these are experimental and are usually only available form a small number of private doctors.
Side effects
Sometimes people on naltrexone suffer from anxiety, stomach upsets and sleeplessness. But these feelings and physical symptoms are common following opiate detox — whether you are on naltrexone or not. If you do get these symptoms, discuss them with your doctor before stopping treatment.
Stopping treatment
Many of the people who start naltrexone treatment stop within a few weeks. This is sometimes because of the side effects, but more often it is because they realize that they don’t really want to completely stop taking opiates.
Overdose
You will be at very high risk of overdose if you stop taking naltrexone and start using heroin (or other opiates) again.
It can be really hard to measure how tolerant you are. A few days after your last naltrexone tablet, you may be able to take as much heroin as you used to — because there is still some naltrexone in your system. Then, just a few hours later, the same dose could kill you — because the naltrexone has all gone.
If you do stop taking naltrexone, and go back to using heroin, it is important that you don’t inject — with lower tolerance you’ll get a strong enough effect if you chase it.
Using heroin when you have been drinking alcohol or taking other tranquillizers *like Valium or sleeping pills) also increases the risk of you dying from an overdose.
You can get more copies of “Treatment Choices” from:
Exchange Supplies, 1 Great Western Industrial Centre, Dorchester, DT1 1RD.
Tel: 01305 262244 Fax: 01305 262255 Email: info@exchangesupplies.org
Written by Andrew Preston and Jon Derricott. © Exchange 2002. Third edition 2006.
www.exchangesupplies.org
Exchange—tools for harm reduction.
Posted by gledwood at 8:37 PM GMT
Updated: Wednesday, 3 January 2007 8:46 PM GMT
Mood: vegas lucky
Now Playing: Ultra Clean
Topic: Drugs Treatments
NALTREXONE—for those who've got clean and want to stay clean.
(It's similar to the naloxone component of American Suboxone.)
Extract from a leaflet on naltrexone (Nalorex).
Treatment Choices
There are a number of drugs that can be prescribed to help you if you are dependent on opiates like heroin. Naltrexone is a drug that people who have detoxed can take to help them stay opiate-free.
There is not, and never will be, a “magic cure” that can stop everyone taking opiates.
However, the drug treatments, and help from the services that offer them, might be able to help you make any changes you want to make.
This leaflet is one of a series designed to help you understand what you can expect from the different drug treatments that may be on offer.
Heroin-free
Naltrexone is prescribed in the UK under the trade name Nalorex. You can take it if you want to be completely free of heroin and other opiates. It works by sticking to, and blocking, all of the opiate receptors in the brain.
Before you take the first dose of naltrexone you must have been completely heroin- and methadone-free for seven to ten days. This is because if there are opiates in your system, the naltrexone will very quickly remove them from the receptors, and send you into instant withdrawal.
Protection
Naltrexone can make coping with difficult times and high-risk situations easier because you know that if you take heroin, it won’t have any effect.
You take naltrexone as a tablet and, once you are stable and used to taking it, you can take it just three times a week to give full-time protection against the effects of heroin and all other opiates.
Other drugs
Naltrexone doesn’t provide protection against cocaine, tranquillizers or alcohol — so it is important to make sure these drugs don’t “replace” the heroin.
Implants
There has been some publicity given to naltrexone implants which are inserted surgically under the skin and give up to three months’ protection from opiates. However, these are experimental and are usually only available form a small number of private doctors.
Side effects
Sometimes people on naltrexone suffer from anxiety, stomach upsets and sleeplessness. But these feelings and physical symptoms are common following opiate detox — whether you are on naltrexone or not. If you do get these symptoms, discuss them with your doctor before stopping treatment.
Stopping treatment
Many of the people who start naltrexone treatment stop within a few weeks. This is sometimes because of the side effects, but more often it is because they realize that they don’t really want to completely stop taking opiates.
Overdose
You will be at very high risk of overdose if you stop taking naltrexone and start using heroin (or other opiates) again.
It can be really hard to measure how tolerant you are. A few days after your last naltrexone tablet, you may be able to take as much heroin as you used to — because there is still some naltrexone in your system. Then, just a few hours later, the same dose could kill you — because the naltrexone has all gone.
If you do stop taking naltrexone, and go back to using heroin, it is important that you don’t inject — with lower tolerance you’ll get a strong enough effect if you chase it.
Using heroin when you have been drinking alcohol or taking other tranquillizers *like Valium or sleeping pills) also increases the risk of you dying from an overdose.
You can get more copies of “Treatment Choices” from:
Exchange Supplies, 1 Great Western Industrial Centre, Dorchester, DT1 1RD.
Tel: 01305 262244 Fax: 01305 262255 Email: info@exchangesupplies.org
Written by Andrew Preston and Jon Derricott. © Exchange 2002. Third edition 2006.
www.exchangesupplies.org
Exchange—tools for harm reduction.
Posted by gledwood at 8:37 PM GMT
Updated: Wednesday, 3 January 2007 8:46 PM GMT
On Reflection
Tuesday, 2 January 2007
On Reflection
Mood: not sure
Now Playing: for the Death Penalty for Paedos
Topic: Life Story
ON REFLECTION, I’m starting to feel a little paranoid about the post I put in the other day “five things it’s worse to be…” My point there was supposed to be (and I was writing to myself as much as to anyone else, I don’t call this “Confessions” a “blog-journal” for nothing) — even if you’re a hopeless junkie (and drug addicts adore feeling sorry for themselves) you can count your blessings. Many of us are relatively well in mind and body (I’ve been more ill mentally than I ever was physically).
What I wasn’t trying to do was to demonize AIDS patients as comparable to rapists or Satanists. All the five points have my sympathy, that was the point of the piece. I wasn’t ridiculing anyone.
As for the sex offenders, we hear so much about paedophilia etc I feel almost afraid to go near people’s kids sometimes… talking to a young child, what if people get the wrong idea? It’s sad but like many others I suppose, I feel I must stay away.
A case in the news recently involved a very young little girl having a bath upstairs in her home. A man sneaked in the open front door, took the child out of the bath, ran outside with her, drove off and abused her in some way, dumping the poor frightened child the other side of town some half hour or so later. He got sentenced to life — good. That was a truly monstrous thing to do.
When I was about ten (and I had very blond and distinctive hair) I used to go to a railway footbridge to wave a Silver Jubilee Union Flag at the trains which would honk loudly in reply (especially the express trains). One day I had only just got there when a man I had never seen before approached me from the other side of the bridge, called me by my right name and said he was supposed to collect me.—!!
I told him he’d got the wrong person and this man (very nervous-looking the whole time) went away. And I went safely home. I’ve wanted to get that off my chest for some time. Every time I think of it that memory does my head in. I wonder: what if? (This guy looked all wrong. He had nervousness in his eyes like he feared what he was about to do. I saw that. No way on earth was I going with him.)
Well. What can I say? Telling that story makes me feel kind of shaky inside. I ask myself whether he really did have badness on his mind... I do feel sorry for people who feel compelled to do stuff like that. I know how it feels to be compelled to do something others disapprove of because I take hard drugs. I always used to be anti the death penalty. Now I believe it might be kinder to kill the paedophiles off and put them out of their misery.
Posted by gledwood at 1:07 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 2 January 2007 1:12 PM GMT
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Tuesday, 2 January 2007 - 10:44 PM GMT
Name: "ggirl"
Home Page: http://ggirl.tblog.com
Try not to feel sorry for them. Your compulsions seem to hurt only you. Pedophiles alter people's lives forever. I was sexually abused by a family member, beginning sometime prior to the age of 5. I'm married now and things are good, but I will never know what it's like to *not* be used, to *not* be controlled and terrified by someone who I was unable to defend against. Don't feel sorry for them.
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Tuesday, 2 January 2007 - 11:49 PM GMT
Name: "mousie"
Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.com
E-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
very difficult subject...I quite understand how somebody who has been abused feel...I quite understand how they need to revenge in a way...but I agree with you it's so difficult nowadays ..I was working with young boys and girls and yes in the last years we had to pay attention to any tiny gestures...society is so suspicious...i know we have to be very ceareful, i know but years ago I could take a pupil in my arms if she or he was sad or frightened...the last years it was impossible...by being so careful we lose that natural tendency to be physically helpful...difficult to explain in english for me...i mean in our society if you are "physical" if you naturally touch people, take them in arms kiss...you are so easily suspected of so and so...
and about paedophiles they must absolutely be cured but I'LL ALWAYS BE AGAINST CAPITAL PUNISHMENT...it's completely unefficient, in countries where it exists crimes aren't less numerous...and we humans have no right to kill somebody else whatever he did...sentenced to jail for life yes...but no death...
oh dear...i must make my brain work to explain all this in English...but those conversations are so interesting...
see you dear, take care
love from mousie
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 9:57 AM GMT
Name: "ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Such an emotive subject. Unfortunately because of our worries on this subject it has affected us all. I remember Mick telling me once that a little girl had fallen off a swing where he was working and whereas in the past he would have rushed over to help her he hesitated for fear of his actions being misunderstood. One of our daughter works at a school and she cannot even take a childs earrings out as it could be classed as abuse. Unfortunately the REAL abusers have destroyed what what once our human caring attitude towards our fellow man.
Take care of yourself
Keep smiling
Rx
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 10:14 AM GMT
Name: "ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
A very emotive subject. Unfortunately the abuser has destroyed mans ability to show compassion to his fellow man. Mick told me once that a little girl fell off a swing where he was working and whereas at one time he would have rushed over to help her he hesitated for fear of his actions being misunderstood. One of our daughters works in a scholl and can't even take out a childs earrings as it would be classed as abuse! Sad...so sad.
Rx
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 10:17 AM GMT
Name: "ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Sorry about the double comment. I thought the first time it had been swallowed by cyberspace so tried to rewrite it.
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 10:32 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Home Page: http://www.holly-blueeyes.blogspot.com
E-Mail: holly-blueeyes@hotmail.co.uk
Hi Gled....
I've been trying for a good few days to leave a comment but not had much luck...lets hope I'm successful today.
You know, you have a very very busy mind don't you...mine is the same, and there are times I get paranoid about things I say and do...I find it quite a pain in the arse and suffer a lot with anxiety where I think and worry too much.
Don't worry Gled... I don't think you came across derogative at all in that post....you go ahead and say what's on your mind or in your heart...it's good to have somewhere to empty your thoughts, it's a release for you, relax and let it flow...I for one will not judge you. ;)
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 10:44 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Well smack me on the arse and call me Hilda!!!! I'VE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO LEAVE A COMMENT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE I HAVE HAD!
........I'm gonna leave another..... just simply because I can! Oooo Get me!
I very much like the new colours...much easier on the eye. And tell if you will....who is that a picture of sat there looking all chilled in the grass....would it be you Gledwood in one of your more relaxed moments or just a random bloke? :)
I'm going now and will positively wet myself if I have been successful a second time...there's a thought for you! Have a good day...and go easy on yourself.
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 2:20 PM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
I had an hour spare with a choice between a quick nap (Oh how I love my sleep!!) or a read of some blogs....I chose to read, and started here....and didn't get much further. I read from the begining...and I still want to read more but have run out of time! I feel like I'm getting to know you a bit now.
Keep blogging Gledwood....You're a great writer and your honesty is admirable.
HBE ;)
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 8:08 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
No, I've been asked that before. It's not really me. The whole thing is a template from "tripod" the people who gave me the web space. (Tripod is part of Lycos, the search engine, which incidentally went "down" for hours on end yesterday, taking my email and my blog with it!) He does vaguely look like me though.
Vaguely.
!
G
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 8:43 PM GMT
Name: "ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi again,
Meant to say I hope you're managing to get into my blog a bit easier now; I've checked all my "permissions" and they all say that it's totally public so don't know what the problem has been. Mind you it takes me ages to get into your blog too; a bit of blogworld incompatability I guess but I shall persevere; have just seen that I've missed loads of your posts cos my shortcut was just taking me to your pre christmas post; have caught up now though. Lots of interesting insights on things. Right I'll see if I can manage to post this comment
Rx
On Reflection
Mood: not sure
Now Playing: for the Death Penalty for Paedos
Topic: Life Story
ON REFLECTION, I’m starting to feel a little paranoid about the post I put in the other day “five things it’s worse to be…” My point there was supposed to be (and I was writing to myself as much as to anyone else, I don’t call this “Confessions” a “blog-journal” for nothing) — even if you’re a hopeless junkie (and drug addicts adore feeling sorry for themselves) you can count your blessings. Many of us are relatively well in mind and body (I’ve been more ill mentally than I ever was physically).
What I wasn’t trying to do was to demonize AIDS patients as comparable to rapists or Satanists. All the five points have my sympathy, that was the point of the piece. I wasn’t ridiculing anyone.
As for the sex offenders, we hear so much about paedophilia etc I feel almost afraid to go near people’s kids sometimes… talking to a young child, what if people get the wrong idea? It’s sad but like many others I suppose, I feel I must stay away.
A case in the news recently involved a very young little girl having a bath upstairs in her home. A man sneaked in the open front door, took the child out of the bath, ran outside with her, drove off and abused her in some way, dumping the poor frightened child the other side of town some half hour or so later. He got sentenced to life — good. That was a truly monstrous thing to do.
When I was about ten (and I had very blond and distinctive hair) I used to go to a railway footbridge to wave a Silver Jubilee Union Flag at the trains which would honk loudly in reply (especially the express trains). One day I had only just got there when a man I had never seen before approached me from the other side of the bridge, called me by my right name and said he was supposed to collect me.—!!
I told him he’d got the wrong person and this man (very nervous-looking the whole time) went away. And I went safely home. I’ve wanted to get that off my chest for some time. Every time I think of it that memory does my head in. I wonder: what if? (This guy looked all wrong. He had nervousness in his eyes like he feared what he was about to do. I saw that. No way on earth was I going with him.)
Well. What can I say? Telling that story makes me feel kind of shaky inside. I ask myself whether he really did have badness on his mind... I do feel sorry for people who feel compelled to do stuff like that. I know how it feels to be compelled to do something others disapprove of because I take hard drugs. I always used to be anti the death penalty. Now I believe it might be kinder to kill the paedophiles off and put them out of their misery.
Posted by gledwood at 1:07 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 2 January 2007 1:12 PM GMT
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Tuesday, 2 January 2007 - 10:44 PM GMT
Name: "ggirl"
Home Page: http://ggirl.tblog.com
Try not to feel sorry for them. Your compulsions seem to hurt only you. Pedophiles alter people's lives forever. I was sexually abused by a family member, beginning sometime prior to the age of 5. I'm married now and things are good, but I will never know what it's like to *not* be used, to *not* be controlled and terrified by someone who I was unable to defend against. Don't feel sorry for them.
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Tuesday, 2 January 2007 - 11:49 PM GMT
Name: "mousie"
Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.com
E-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
very difficult subject...I quite understand how somebody who has been abused feel...I quite understand how they need to revenge in a way...but I agree with you it's so difficult nowadays ..I was working with young boys and girls and yes in the last years we had to pay attention to any tiny gestures...society is so suspicious...i know we have to be very ceareful, i know but years ago I could take a pupil in my arms if she or he was sad or frightened...the last years it was impossible...by being so careful we lose that natural tendency to be physically helpful...difficult to explain in english for me...i mean in our society if you are "physical" if you naturally touch people, take them in arms kiss...you are so easily suspected of so and so...
and about paedophiles they must absolutely be cured but I'LL ALWAYS BE AGAINST CAPITAL PUNISHMENT...it's completely unefficient, in countries where it exists crimes aren't less numerous...and we humans have no right to kill somebody else whatever he did...sentenced to jail for life yes...but no death...
oh dear...i must make my brain work to explain all this in English...but those conversations are so interesting...
see you dear, take care
love from mousie
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 9:57 AM GMT
Name: "ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Such an emotive subject. Unfortunately because of our worries on this subject it has affected us all. I remember Mick telling me once that a little girl had fallen off a swing where he was working and whereas in the past he would have rushed over to help her he hesitated for fear of his actions being misunderstood. One of our daughter works at a school and she cannot even take a childs earrings out as it could be classed as abuse. Unfortunately the REAL abusers have destroyed what what once our human caring attitude towards our fellow man.
Take care of yourself
Keep smiling
Rx
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 10:14 AM GMT
Name: "ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
A very emotive subject. Unfortunately the abuser has destroyed mans ability to show compassion to his fellow man. Mick told me once that a little girl fell off a swing where he was working and whereas at one time he would have rushed over to help her he hesitated for fear of his actions being misunderstood. One of our daughters works in a scholl and can't even take out a childs earrings as it would be classed as abuse! Sad...so sad.
Rx
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 10:17 AM GMT
Name: "ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Sorry about the double comment. I thought the first time it had been swallowed by cyberspace so tried to rewrite it.
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 10:32 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Home Page: http://www.holly-blueeyes.blogspot.com
E-Mail: holly-blueeyes@hotmail.co.uk
Hi Gled....
I've been trying for a good few days to leave a comment but not had much luck...lets hope I'm successful today.
You know, you have a very very busy mind don't you...mine is the same, and there are times I get paranoid about things I say and do...I find it quite a pain in the arse and suffer a lot with anxiety where I think and worry too much.
Don't worry Gled... I don't think you came across derogative at all in that post....you go ahead and say what's on your mind or in your heart...it's good to have somewhere to empty your thoughts, it's a release for you, relax and let it flow...I for one will not judge you. ;)
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 10:44 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
Well smack me on the arse and call me Hilda!!!! I'VE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO LEAVE A COMMENT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE I HAVE HAD!
........I'm gonna leave another..... just simply because I can! Oooo Get me!
I very much like the new colours...much easier on the eye. And tell if you will....who is that a picture of sat there looking all chilled in the grass....would it be you Gledwood in one of your more relaxed moments or just a random bloke? :)
I'm going now and will positively wet myself if I have been successful a second time...there's a thought for you! Have a good day...and go easy on yourself.
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 2:20 PM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue"
I had an hour spare with a choice between a quick nap (Oh how I love my sleep!!) or a read of some blogs....I chose to read, and started here....and didn't get much further. I read from the begining...and I still want to read more but have run out of time! I feel like I'm getting to know you a bit now.
Keep blogging Gledwood....You're a great writer and your honesty is admirable.
HBE ;)
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 8:08 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
No, I've been asked that before. It's not really me. The whole thing is a template from "tripod" the people who gave me the web space. (Tripod is part of Lycos, the search engine, which incidentally went "down" for hours on end yesterday, taking my email and my blog with it!) He does vaguely look like me though.
Vaguely.
!
G
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Wednesday, 3 January 2007 - 8:43 PM GMT
Name: "ruth"
Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi again,
Meant to say I hope you're managing to get into my blog a bit easier now; I've checked all my "permissions" and they all say that it's totally public so don't know what the problem has been. Mind you it takes me ages to get into your blog too; a bit of blogworld incompatability I guess but I shall persevere; have just seen that I've missed loads of your posts cos my shortcut was just taking me to your pre christmas post; have caught up now though. Lots of interesting insights on things. Right I'll see if I can manage to post this comment
Rx
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