Once upon a time...

Once upon a time there was a journalist for a small local newspaper who played no relatively important part in life but he enjoyed himself and made a positive impression on those around him.

Before the tender age of 21 he had been locked up in Manchester, robbed at gunpoint in Amsterdam, involved in mass brawls with gypsys in Barcelona and got off his face via numerous illegal substances.

Aside from LSD, crack and heroine, this youngster had tried nearly every pleasurable illegal substance known to man and had travelled Europe with many-a-funny-story.

Yeah you've probably guessed it well that youngster is me and I decided to do something productive during a pill red-eyed comedown as I write this on 3rd January 2011, struggling to avoid my potential mother-in-laws gaze across the room at 7am.

You see shagging prostitutes while off your tits on magic mushrooms or snorting coke off first class train carriages aren't the kind of stories you can tell your family and work colleagues.

So I thought I could share this blog with a few like minded people, sandwiching bits of information, philosophical views and anecdotes from the past ten years which have shaped me in to the man I am today.