I like a drink, I always have. However, I have never wanted to indulge in other stuff, I have not even taken a spliff. The only time I was a 'naughty boy' was in Ostend in 93, we'd taken a night ferry from Dover so we had the hardship of 4 or 5 hours in boozers before the first train out to Brussels. Two of my mates were on the poppers but after one bottle of sniffing and giggling I had to have a go. I went through what they did but quickly went back to a beer then bed. The rest of the trip and to this day I have not wanted to recreate all those years ago. Each to their own is how I see things.
