My first spliff

The media come out with so much rubbish about weed it's untrue, it's a killer, it makes people lose the plot and it turns everyone who comes into contact with it into couch potatoes who live off pot noodles.

The fact is nobody has died from weed and it is an entirely natural substance, people are getting locked up for 20 years just for carrying a plant that gives off fumes that make you laugh and hungry - bizarre.

Much has been written before on the contrast with alcohol, billions of pounds (or dollars) spent on hospital wards throughout the world after drinking too much of the good stuff.

I had my first beer aged 12 at a family party, sneaked it outside and it tasted like shite. I didn't like beer back then and 9 years later not much has changed.

My first spliff however that was another story.

A friend of mine's parents owned a chain of hotel b&bs, it was a Friday night and after playing a bit of playstation in one of the rooms some of the lads disappeared into the bathroom.

It turns out they were chonging white widow, I joined in and we played some toke tennis, where you take a toke and hold it in until it comes back around.

I remember weed had a distinct smell, quite fruity, nice almost, the only thing is that it tended to effect my mates in a big way - but did absolutely nothing to me.

I coughed after my first toke, yeah, infact I couldn't even hold it in because I wasn't inhaling it at all, but I remember that adrenalyn rush, not from the drug, but from doing something naughty and illegal.

The need for that daring adrenalyn rush has shaped the person I am today it has given me some of the most fantastic experiences that most people will never see, do or hear of.

And that's why I will always remember my first spliff.