There was a thing on the Stephen Nolan show this morning about the drugs problem in Ballymena. I don't know much about what it's like down there but it has a reputation for it.
I think drugs are a big problem because there's fuck all to do. We have a culture that encourages people to get wasted. If you want to stay sober for a night and do something that doesn't bore the shite out of you, you'd better have an XBox.
For me giving up crack was really hard, and it's something that I'm not sure I could do again.
Part of what made it possible was having Fabian Wildman looking out for me. Whatever kind of a dick he's turned into and even though we don't get on anymore I'll always be on his side for what he did then.
I've tried talking to Hot Baby Roy about how he gave up but he's caggy about it. He doesn't like talking about it, I suspect he bought a load of teen orientated romcoms and wanked and boked for a week.
All I do know is the mayor of Ballymena came across like a clueless dick, too busy fighting his own corner and not fighting against the problem.
I'm not going to tell people not to do drugs, but I'm not going to encourage them either. It's not pleasant having to feed a daemon who looks like Sammy Wilson.
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Thursday, 21 January 2010
Monday, 6 July 2009
North Coast Railway Journey
Yesterday, as a treat, Fabian Wildman bought me and him daytracker tickets from translink. They give you unlimited travel on the trains for one day for only six quid. Great bargain we thought, especially because we both needed a day outside Belfast. We left Battle Cat down with Nanny Boo Boo early on and off we went.
We decided we'd get off at each town and walk around for a wee while. Here's what we thought of each of them:
Antrim - hole.
Ballymena - Looks like the eighties never ended. All the people look the same (they might be inbred).
Cullybackey - We didn't get off here (based on what we could see from the window).
Ballymoney - Red brick all the way. Cool train station though.
Coleraine - National Front training camp, they should build a big concrete wall around it and fill it in with cement.
We didn't stop at either Castlerock or Bellarina but there are cool views from the train around these places.
Derry - We liked Derry, we went into a few cool pubs here but we had to get the train back at seven, bit too early.
We were glad to get back to Belfast and when we did we cowered in fear at what was outside it. On the way back we talked about Bear Grylls and how he must come from outside Belfast because we saw a lot of people who we thought would walk about the countryside eating dead animals. Fabian Wildman said he thought bear wouldn't have got invited to any funerals because afterwards he'd dig up the grave again and have a good old much of the dead person. We cowered in fear. I don't want to go outside Belfast again for a long time.
We decided we'd get off at each town and walk around for a wee while. Here's what we thought of each of them:
Antrim - hole.
Ballymena - Looks like the eighties never ended. All the people look the same (they might be inbred).
Cullybackey - We didn't get off here (based on what we could see from the window).
Ballymoney - Red brick all the way. Cool train station though.
Coleraine - National Front training camp, they should build a big concrete wall around it and fill it in with cement.
We didn't stop at either Castlerock or Bellarina but there are cool views from the train around these places.
Derry - We liked Derry, we went into a few cool pubs here but we had to get the train back at seven, bit too early.
We were glad to get back to Belfast and when we did we cowered in fear at what was outside it. On the way back we talked about Bear Grylls and how he must come from outside Belfast because we saw a lot of people who we thought would walk about the countryside eating dead animals. Fabian Wildman said he thought bear wouldn't have got invited to any funerals because afterwards he'd dig up the grave again and have a good old much of the dead person. We cowered in fear. I don't want to go outside Belfast again for a long time.
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