HAMSTERS & HEROIN: Not all junkies are purse-snatching grandmother-killing psychos. I'm keeping this blog to bear witness to that fact.

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DIARY OF A SLOWLY RECOVERING HEROIN ADDICT

I used to take heroin at every opportunity, for over 10 years, now I just take methadone which supposedly "stabilizes" me though I feel more destabilized than ever before despite having been relatively well behaved since late November/early December 2010... and VERY ANGRY about this when I let it get to me so I try not to.

I was told by a mental health nurse that my heroin addiction was "self medication" for a mood disorder that has recently become severe enough to cause psychotic episodes. As well as methadone I take antipsychotics daily. Despite my problems I consider myself a very sane person. My priority is to attain stability. I go to Narcotics Anonymous because I "want what they have" ~ Serenity.

My old blog used to say "candid confessions of a heroin and crack cocaine addict" how come that one comes up when I google "heroin blog" and not this one. THIS IS MY BLOG. I don't flatter myself that every reader knows everything about me and follows closely every single word every day which is why I repeat myself. Most of that is for your benefit not mine.

This is my own private diary, my journal. It is aimed at impressing no-one. It is kept for my own benefit to show where I have been and hopefully to put off somebody somewhere from ever getting into the awful mess I did and still cannot crawl out of. Despite no drugs. I still drink, I'm currently working on reducing my alcohol intake to zero.

If you have something to say you are welcome to comment. Frankness I can handle. Timewasters should try their own suggestions on themselves before wasting time thinking of ME.

PS After years of waxing and waning "mental" symptoms that made me think I had depression and possibly mild bipolar I now have found out I'm schizoaffective. My mood has been constantly "cycling" since December 2010. Mostly towards mania (an excited non-druggy "high"). For me, schizoaffective means bipolar with (sometimes severe)
mania and flashes of depression (occasionally severe) with bits of schizophrenia chucked on top. You could see it as bipolar manic-depression with sparkly knobs on ... I'm on antipsychotic pills but currently no mood stabilizer. I quite enjoy being a bit manic it gives the feelings of confidence and excitement people say they use cocaine for. But this is natural and it's free, so I don't see my "illness" as a downer. It does, however, make life exceedingly hard to engage with...

PPS The "elevated mood" is long gone. Now I'm depressed. Forget any ideas of "happiness" I have given up heroin and want OFF methadone as quick as humanly possible. I'm fed up of being a drug addict. Sick to death of it. I wanna be CLEAN!!!

Attack of the Furry Entertainers!

Attack of the Furry Entertainers!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Crocodiles

SCALY FRIDAY ON SATURDAY:

Nearest thing we have to living dinosaurs:



Here is a Nile crocodile, the largest reptile on earth (heavier than an anaconda), getting a dental checkup off a local bird:



The Indian gharial is a crocodile with a streamlined nose:
I think this one's a baby...



America has its own crocodiles, though the Americans insist on calling them aligators. Aligators are far smaller than Nile crocodiles and less evil-looking. They are even willing to appear in Jackass TV stunts:

Friday, January 29, 2010

Sued by the council! Yet again!!

I GOT A BAILIFFS' LETTER THIS MORNING for unpaid council tax. (Thanks a lot Margaret Thatcher.) Of course my first impulse was to break open a safety razor and do myself in the throat. But of course I didn't do that. I rang up the council (not the Bailiffs ~ I'm not talking to them) in a tone of confusion. They said I was supposed to give in proof of income months ago. I told them I never got the letter. (And anyway why can't THEY contact the Benefits Agency? Why should it be down to me? Idiots.) They said I must reapply. So heaven knows whether they will be willing to backdate the claim. They should do because I am housed here by a DIFFERENT council. Never in a million years would have chosen to live in this borough (thankfully its Conservative, which means terrible services and really low charges! That's why we have no wheelybins and foxes spray rubbish far and wide up the streets. Low council tax. Hell will freeze over before I pay this bill.

If I am liable, they're getting 50p a month max.

Talking of suicide, the man who sold me the miaow mix (mepherdrone) ~ remember that mysterious designer drug I tried that I didn't even know what it was called? That stuff. Well he was a really nice guy. (And before you call him a "drug dealer" bear in mind mepherdrome is currently LEGAL in the UK.) Well I met another friend of mine in the druggie agency reception; she told me he has DIED. Jumped in front of a tube train! How desperate would you have to be to do that??

When I was depressed once I went to the railway station to study the trains ~ ie which was best for maximum head injuries (the flat-fronted express commuter trains running INto London). One of the drivers actually (somehow) seemed to see what I was thinking and, in the split second before he whooshed on by I saw him waving arms at me. I suppose train drivers must know this sort of thing when they see it. But I'd never in a million years do a tube train. Knowing my luck I'd probably fall down the service trench under the live rail!!

I was supposed to go and see computers today but, thanks a lot council ~ am now too distracted. I feel far less depressed than I was before I got the bailiffs' letter though ~ there's nothing like a good fight to give purpose to an empty life!

LONDON TOWN: UNLIKE NEW YORK CITY, with its five cantons, London is divvied up into innumerable local councils. True Londoners take pride in not having a clue where anything is, (entire areas like "Barnes" escaped my attention for years when I first moved here)... or not being able to pronounce place names like Holborn (I say "Ho-burn" ~ like a prostitute doing the splits over a deep fat fryer) or Theydon Bois ("boyss", NOT bwaah!)

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Whirlwindbrains...

I AM LOOKING INTO getting a laptop or notebook computer. Features features features. My head is in a whirlwind. Big or little; notebook/laptop. Which one? Why?... Can anybody give me advice?

As far as I can tell, I would probably do better with a little notebook. Bear in mind I live in VERY low security accommodation, so you need to be able to stash stuff inconspicuously. Also notebooks are far more portable. The only thing they don't have, as far as I can see, is a DVD drive. But if you want one of those, you can just plug one in, surely...?

The keyboard needs to be proper size because I slogged away for months at college learning proper touch typing, which you cannot do on minikeys.

I just had a go on an Inspiron netbook in a mobile phone shop and it was fine. I don't mind no numeric pad.

Is there any other advantage/disadvantage I need to bear in mind while making a choice of machine? I noticed the diddy ones have only 1GB RAM. Can't you get a booster put in for 3 or 4GBs like a laptop..?

O I don't know. Somebody help me, please!!




HAVE I FOUND the real life "giant hellhound", who "looks like a brown bear" Gwendolina dog? Here she is: a Tibetan Mastiff!
Nearest thing I've found to her (my fictional invention) so far:



Isn't she beautiful..!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Freezing Cold



IT IS FREEZING COLD...



I slept like a log.



Still depressed.



House in a mess.



Wanna get out of here:

Monday, January 25, 2010

Tubby trotterdonkey west highland terrier



I SAW THE BEAUTIFULLEST TUBBY TROTTERDONKEY WEST HIGHLAND TERRIER outside the methadone chemists' this morning. He was so cute (surely it has to be a "he" without bits to be that lardy in a little white dog ~ he was like a beer barrel sprouting Daz-white terrier fur!)... I just wanted to take him home. Why on earth I've become so pets-broody of late is beyond me. I am telling myself to be sensible and careful as I have every intention of publishing this bestseller, becoming FAR too rich to reside in the UK and fleeing to foreign shores as soon as possible (remember I've always had this dream ~ rich or not). I dream constantly of Paris and all things French. Monte Carlo and Switzerland are both "tax havens" and both French speaking... and it would be most inconvenient to bring pets there. Of course I have to FINISH the blinkin' thing first. But a boy can dream....
Apart from (exceedingly slowly) penning this novel, I am scheming original (and not too expensive) ways of promoting my book. I am not naive enough to believe that just because a first novel is as good as I can make it people will automatically flock to buy it. No! It needs push push PUSH ~ promote, promote PROMOTE!! And if my publishers won't do it (and I wouldn't count on them to, except in a gentlemanly publisher-like way, I shall have to take charge and bring my genius to the world's notice!
Except in teenage daydreams (but of course!) ~ I have never really wanted to be famous and certainly not a "celebrity". I would like to be a famous NAME, of course ~ like any successful writer. But tacky constantly "Hello" magazine-featured, desperate to dish the latest revelations of my boring life to a queasy public-type desperate celebrity...? No thanks. When I get old (or young, for that matter) I wish to be well known and popular enough to pack out theatres with my one-man show where I'll perch on a blue velvet armchair and proclaim philosophies on life, raconteur funny (true) stories everyone will assume are far more embroidered than they actually are, because my if I wrote my life in a book nobody would believe it (another thing I had against becoming a memoirist rather than novelist)... then I shall take questions from the audience for the last hour... and everyone shall go home in their multiple hundreds feeling that's an afternoon's wages well spent. And I shall be able to go out shopping at Harrods on the proceeds. So you see ~ far from being lettuce-limp and sappy as the nasty MAPLE SYRUP supposed I actually am brimming with ambitions. I simply refused to tell a Hitleress like HER any details at all. Bitch!
Anyway ding-dong the old cow is gone! And I'm so happy about it. I've an appointment with Maple's replacement tomorrow, so I'll let you know how things go...
The drug habit IS still going, I hope you realize. I just got bored posting about it. It just feels, increasingly as winter slowly, eventually drags to its long-eeeked out end... that a new and golden dawn is rising... I can feel it in my veins, my bones, my water. I can feel it. Heroin is nowhere near as exciting as it used to be (like an injection of life itself ~ how I adored it!) Now it only makes me feel dull and tired. And I only take it out of habit. The days off are often my better days now... which just about says everything... I only wish I could take the rest of my life off. That's what I intend to do, but getting to that point seems so incredibly hard... I don't know. I don't know. What can I do except push myself forward? What can I do? "It is what it is!" as Ivana Trump likes to say.

To any fans of Celebrity Big Brother out there (Channel 4, UK television, but you can see updates here) ~ I would say my personality is a cross between nervy Ivana and the laid-back to the point of irritating Jonas-Basshunter.


And that's all I can say for today... Cheerybye all!!


IN THE NEWS: SMITHSONIAN Institute, Washington DC, USA have, for a short time the Wittelsbach-Graff Blue Diamond, reputed to be an offcut of the same giant stone as the Hope Diamond which was stolen from the French Crown Jewels after the French Revolution and cut in two to disguise the theft... Curators have but a few days to perform necessary tests on the two 50 carat and 31 (formerly 35 but it had to be recut as some idiot dropped and chipped it ~ yes you CAN chip diamonds, they are ultra hard but BRITTLE... if science establishes the stones to be related that will be an age-old mystery solved...!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Cutest hamsters in the world!

FURRY FRIDAY ON SATURDAY...



This is a fully grown roborovski... see how tiny and cute Bashful, Spherical and Itchy were..?



Hamster casserole!¬



This perky fella is a Syrian hamster in cinnamon colour. See how much bigger he is!



A big golden Syrian hamster is nearly the size of a rat:



"Leave us alone! We're too tired to trot on!"



HELLO!



And look at this wrinkly, furry bigears chinchilla... one day I wanna get one of these...



Have a brilliant weekend, y'all!

Friday, January 22, 2010

No More Maple Syrup!


MAPLE SYRUP is my now EX druggieworker (so named because she is foreign and I could never remember her true name). Over the year (though it feels like ten) that I was seeing her, she got more and more bullying, controlling and tyrannical ~ applying duress and stooping in the end to downright blackmail if I didn't submit to her way. We finally came to a brick wall where she refused to alter her position and I was determined that hell would freeze over before I gave in.

So today I went into the druggieservice and said "I need a new worker, I can't work with the one I've got any more."

And hey presto, within half an hour everything had been swapped over, with no fuss at all and no need for me to write personal diatribes explaining precisely WHY I will not tolerate being threatened, pushed around, why I can't talk to Maple and why I felt the need to TAKE HEROIN every time I went to see her ~ I mean if you need heroin to handle being in the same room as your druggieworker, that says a lot about them, or your relationship to them, doesn't it?

So onwards and upwards, I hope!

Sorry I haven't gone into more detail but I really can't stomach even thinking about Maple at the moment, let alone speaking about her dastardly actions...

... talking of old dragons ~ wasn't Bette Davis one of the best?
Here are some of her classic scenes from Death On The Nile...





... and talking of bitches, here's a really good Joan Collins/Linda Evans girl-on-girl punch-up from Dynasty's glory years...
(I think the dialogue's quite good, considering it's Aaron Spelling TV)



O I miss 1980s TV so much... this is what I used to eat dinners of Findus Crispy Pancakes and Heinz Potato Waffles to in those glamorous times. There's nothing like a good old catfight! Especially when Joan Collins gets a chunky-thighed male stunt-double!!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Good news: bad news...

THERE IS GOOD NEWS AND THERE IS BAD NEWS. I will only tell the good news today. And that is someone (I don't know who because it was 9-11:30pm and I wasn't conversational) came and cleared out the hooligans' room last night. Vacuumed it out. Spent ages sweeping the hall obsessively. And I know it wasn't one of them because they didn't talk "black" and I understood the few words they spoke by the door.

The bad news I hope to have turned to good news by tomorrow. But it is nothing to do with neighbours. I cannot say till it is sorted out!

Watch Michael Jackson's Private Home Movies, as originally shown on Fox TV...

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

More Hammies!

I NEED MORE HAMSTERS for my empty hamstery. The wheel is standing idle. The water bottle stopped up with dust. The old saloon where they used to get smashed on whisky and have gunfights lies desolate with broken windows and doors swinging in the wind... yes! Even tumbleweeds drift past the nuclear testing ground that used to be their furry home.My only problem is I don't know how many or what type to get or where to get them from. The last lot (the roborovskis) came from about 20 miles away. It took three bus rides and two hours EACH WAY to get to there. And then they said "oh there's only one in there" (Bashful). And "oh that sleeping pile of fur must be another one" (Itchy) and then something beady eyed and suspicious was spotted peering out of the porcelain treetrunk that served as nest 2 (Spherical) ~ and there I had the next two years of furry entertainment at the bargainacious price of £22 for 3!
Tubby Trotters come home!



Pictured: left: winter white Siberian hamster; right: roborovski Mongolian pygmy hamster (actually half the size of the Siberian hamster); bottom: golden Syrian hamster

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Shall I get more baby hammies...?


AFTER FEELING DEATHLY DEPRESSED this morning, after I woke up at the cheery hour of FOUR A.M... I did at last manage to lighten up... and can now report being in a thoroughly hamsterific mood!!
Long-term readers of this blog, as well as the sharper-eyed will know from the title Heroin and Hamsters that I did indeed used to keep no fewer than THREE roborovski Mongolian pygmy social hamsters who lived in furry harmony for nearly two years... until one after the other they kicked the can, the entire lot of them, in the space of about three months.
I now find myself with no fewer than two luxury fishtanks (one cracked; the other quite possibly ready to go with fishies, tropical snails, freshwater shrimp, African dwarf frogs... the whole shebang...) and a luxury three story cage. That wheel looks so miserable not a-turning. I need life in my house. (My life, if you call it that, does not count!)

THIS is an African dwarf frog, sharing with a white Siamese fighter.
Not sure I'd go for that colour when those fish are available in indigo-red... but each to his own...




APPLE SNAILS
I used to have one of these:



This is the sort of tropical set-up I'd like if I keep fish. Neon (or cardinal) tetras and sucker loaches.
These are a lively pair:



This is an interesting aquatic "community"...




Why are these sapphires so cheap..?

Monday, January 18, 2010

Shhh! Listen...! (QUIET!!)

I DON'T WANT TO SAY horrible things about my neighbour, like I hope he has been shot dead, or I hope he has shot someone dead and is doing life ~ well he can't ~ unless he has a looky-likey even more looky-likey than the 25 or so all black kiddy-gang members who pile into his room sporadically and were there this morning... after staying away ALL weekend, except Friday night... Because they're back there this morning.
What is going on? This is so puzzling. When they first came they ~ and I mean all FIFTY of them ~ were there constantly. Their presence was IMPOSSIBLE to miss. Now they're hardly there.
He apparently told my downstairs neighbour, the one I had the row with over not saying hello when I came home to find a stranger staring at me like a psychopath (it was him but my eyesight is so terrible that, until I came right up close it could honestly have been anyone at all!) ~ GLARING at me accusingly ~ which threw me again, because I didn't expect my neighbour, who I hardly knew back then, to be doing that. So I said hello sheepishly ~ not being at all sure whom I was saying hello TO ~ THEN he accused me of being rude and I exploded WHAT ARE YOU SAYING "A HELLO WOULD BE NICE?!? I JUST DID SAY HELLO!" then he VERY rudely, in my opinion said "I DO HAVE EARS!"... NOT a good start to any "friendship"... well this one, who I grew closer to in solidarity in the nuisance situation... said Mr Noise Nuisance Neighbour had spoken to him and said he had a new place several miles away, so was moving out. And indeed ALL WENT QUIET.
And to Mr Nuisance's credit, even though he has come back, there has been little genuine nuisance since then.
I don't know what on earth such people do in their spare time, or how they live their lives. They're not heroin or crack addicts. Not dealing, so far as I can tell. I've shared properties with heroin, crack and "herb" dealers in the past and know the in and out short phone calls "where are you" pattern. That is not it. The constant comings and goings are DIFFERENT, young people. The youngest of whom seem little older than 13, 14. Which I don't like. Underage smoking weed in my house.
The bad attitudes, bad vibes are the worst part. As a group these people are obnoxious...
But individually, when I have said hello, they seem sweet as apple pie.
Curiouser and curiouser. It just saddens me to see these kids so obviously on the WRONG track ~ and doing it under MY ROOF. Sad... so very sad.
And they are STILL HERE...
WHEN WILL THEY EVER GO?!?
I hope they leave soon, and leave me in peace!!

PS I FOUND A HAMMYHOUSE FISHTANK on the street yesterday. Took it inside. Maybe I'll get trotterdonkey robbies again...! Who knows.... ;->...

STOP PRESS: CONTEXT CUT DIAMONDS ~
I got the wrong picture on Saturday. THIS is how they look. An entire natural diamond crystal is cut this simply... only 1 in 100,000 gems found are suitable... The cut is patented and available only through Tiffany... and how amazing does it look!!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Have the nuisance neighbours gone...

... or not?

My life is in constant query.

The noisy, nuisance neighbour ~ who really did take nuisance to extremes with swearing and brawls in our hallway, ten or more guests arriving at once at 3am, 4am, 5am. People chatting endlessly on mobile phones outside my door. Wrong door buzzers ringing. Stones thrown at windows (mine being at the front ~ lovely.) Bad attitudes. Total disrespect for fellow housemates. He forgot his key once and smashed in the huge glass front door pane (British houses are notoriously low security, even in 2010)... then had the cheek to say "someone on the street did it". Endless, endless nuisance. Ever since they've been in that room ~ an entire gang of them ~ we've had police "happening to be" strolling up and down our street or driving past, whereas I hardly ever saw police before. They're even alleged to have burgled the neighbours. Police were round for ages after that one. Scum scum scum.

Now the room is empty ~ MOST of the time.

Only on Friday, when I thought we were fine and free and RID of these idiots ~ about 25 of them AGAIN are in the room. For one hour. Then nothing.

Nobody has called by. None of his little gangbang friends call round now.

He was there yesterday for about half an hour.

I'm hoping these brief visits mean he's emptied his stuff and moved on. But that might be too good to be true.

Could just be he's in trouble with police and hiding out elsewhere.

I know he hasn't gone for good, because his (probably stolen) mountain bike is in our hall still.

When that's gone and he's gone and someone else is in that room who is QUIET and never talks to anyone... then, finally, I might be happy on THAT score.

Until that impossible date, I'm not counting any more chickens ~ until well and truly HATCHED!!




Saturday, January 16, 2010

"My Love Affair With Jewellery"

GEOLOGICAL FRIDAY ON SATURDAY
MANY YEARS AGO I used to make UV necklaces for the fluorescent clubbers of London.
Now that I'm more "grown up" (note the inverted commas) I'm interesteed in learning "proper" jewellery ~ silversmithing, gemology and jewellelry design. Hence my non-stop barkings on about bling over the last days.
I got Elizabeth Taylor's 2002 book My Love Affair With Jewelry from the library for inpiration. This 50ct sapphire "sautoir" (necklace and pendant), and this serpent watch are the best pieces.
Both are by Bulgari ~ of course. All the best pieces in that book are by Bulgari. In fact most of the most striking jewellery I've seen is by Bulgari. Bulgari are very good.
The serpent's mouth opens to reveal the watch face sitting on the golden critter's tongue. Very funky. (Dual purpose pieces are the best, doncha think?)
Although much of Ms Taylor's collection is pretty amazing, I was shocked by the amount of 18k gold she wears. Surely a lady of her stature could afford 22?
HERE ARE SOME OF MY FAVOURITE MATERIALS:
Abalone ~ from exotic sea snails ...


OPALS
Matrix opal beads ~
these resemble the multicoloured millefiori against black beads I used to fashion out of Fimo for the more discerning nightclubber.
Opals of course, reveal their "opalescence" under ordinary light. Mine looked interesting by daylight, but lit up like a rainbow of volcanic lava under the blacklights most clubs and bars are fitted with.
SOME STONES do exhibit dramatic colour changes under changing light sources. Most famously ...
Alexandrite
appears grass green in daylight and raspberry red under incandescent light.
Andalusite has been called "poor man's alexandrite" but actually has the very different property of revealing different colours from different angles of the fasceted gem ~ green from one direction and red from another. I'd particularly like to get hold of one of these.
And last but not least...
HERE ARE SOME AMAZING NEW DIAMOND CUTS.
Aren't they funky?
The "startlingly simple" Context cut...
The "revolutionary" Spirit Sun cut...
The "whimsical" Lily cut ...

(Context cut left; Spirit Sun cut right; Lilly cut centre)

STOP PRESS: CONTEXT CUT DIAMONDS ~
I got the wrong picture on Saturday. THIS is how they look. An entire natural diamond crystal is cut this simply... only 1 in 100,000 gems found are suitable... The cut is patented and available only through Tiffany... and how amazing does it look!!


BULGARI
("BVLGARI", if you prefer...)


By Deutsche Welle TV in English
Some of the stuff here is pretty amazing:



These 2 are advertisements by Bulgari:



(not in Spanish:)


I WANT OFF METHADONE AS QUICK AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE!

METHADONE ~ A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH







Heroin Shortage: News

If you are looking for the British Heroin Drought post, click here; the latest word is in the comments.







Christiane F

"Wir, Kinder vom Bahnhoff Zoo" by "Christiane F", memoir of a teenage heroin addict and prostitute, was a massive bestseller in Europe and is now a set text in German schools. Bahnhoff Zoo was, until recently, Berlin's central railway station. A kind of equivalent (in more ways than one) to London's King's Cross... Of course my local library doesn't have it. So I'm going to have to order it through a bookshop and plough through the text in German. I asked my druggieworker Maple Syrup, who is Italiana how she learned English and she said reading books is the best way. CHRISTIANE F: TRAILER You can watch the entire 120-min movie in 12 parts at my Random blog. Every section EXCEPT part one is subtitled in English (sorry: but if you skip past you still get the gist) ~ to watch it all click HERE.

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Drugs Videos

Most of these come from my Random blog, which is an electronic scrapbook of stuff I thought I might like to view at some time or other. For those who want to view stuff on drugs I've collected the very best links here. Unless otherwise stated these are full-length features, usually an hour or more.

If you have a slow connexion and are unused to viewing multiscreen films on Youtube here's what to do: click the first one and play on mute, stopping and starting as it does. Then, when it's done, click on Repeat Play and you get the full entertainment without interruption. While you watch screen one, do the same to screens 2, 3 and so on. So as each bit finishes, the next part's ready and waiting.

Mexican Black Tar Heroin: "Dark End"

Khun Sa, whose name meant Prince Prosperous, had been, before his death in the mid 2000s, the world's biggest dealer in China White Heroin: "Lord of the Golden Triangle"

In-depth portrait of the Afghan heroin trade at its very height. Includes heroin-lab bust. "Afghanistan's Fateful Harvest"

Classic miniseries whose title became a catchphrase for the misery of life in East Asian prison. Nicole Kidman plays a privileged middle-class girl set up to mule heroin through Thai customs with the inevitable consequences. This is so long it had to be posted in two parts. "Bangkok Hilton 1" (first 2 hours or so); "Bangkok Hilton 2" (last couple of hours).

Short film: from tapwater-clear H4 in the USA to murky black Afghan brown in Norway: "Heroin Addicts Speak"

Before his untimely death this guy kept a video diary. Here's the hour-long highlights as broadcast on BBC TV: "Ben: Diary of a Heroin Addict". Thanks to Noah for the original link.

Some of the most entertaining scenes from Britain's top soap (as much for the poor research as anything else). Not even Phil Mitchell would go from nought to multi-hundred pound binges this fast: "Phil Mitchell on Crack" (just over 5 minutes).

Scientist lady shows us how to cook up gear: "How Much Citric?" Lucky cow: her brown is 70% purity! Oddly we never see her actually do her hit... maybe she got camera shy...

And lastly:

German documentary following a life from teenage addiction to untimely death before the age of 30. The decline in this girl's appearance is truly shocking. "Süchtig: Protokoll einer Hilflosigkeit". Sorry no subtitles; this is here for anyone learning German who's after practice material a little more gripping than Lindenstraße!































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