November 23rd, 2004

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Dib-Dab

I go to Morrisons in a fairly desultory evening mood. Oh well. On the way back, just by the zebra crossing, I spot a small bag of pink powder on the ground. Looks very reminiscent of some fine speed that once came from Leamington Spa way in the mid-80s. Well, I pick it up. For better or for worse.

When I'm home, I taste it. Sherbet. Not even sherbet with anything in it. How health conscious, these local dealers...

Here endeth the lesson.