mary poppins!

I was, in my younger days, something of ‘a goer’. Now there’s a word that you don’t hear very often. Definitely one due for a revival, along with referring to someone as a bike. In fact, I think I’m going to start referring to myself as the office bike and see if there’s any improvement in my love life (and another one due for rediscovery).
Anyway, in my younger days I used to like to party. Hard. No pill, powder, paper and paste was safe if I was around.
One evening, getting ready to go out with mates one of them announces: ‘you must try this’ before putting something round and white in my mouth.
20 minutes later and I suddenly feel like an elephant with 10 tonne eyelids.
How hilarious – my friends had given me a sleeping pill. I was furious as I really wanted to go out that evening but had to go to bed, where I slept until the next morning and woke up feeling seriously groggy.
I’d completely forgotten about that until reading the story of the young girl who had been kidnapped by her own mum but who had, for a couple of years before then, been regularly drugged with valium. Not only was she doped, she was then sent to school. Now that’s unkind.