Granny's House
By 1999 I had stayed at so many friend's houses in London that after two years of blagging it from sofa to sofa the only place left to stay was Granny's house. I was staying for a week and on day three I got up with the inevitable hangover and went looking for paracetamol in the kitchen. Sure enough there was a blister pack of pills and I popped three of the fuckers to sort my head out.

I was working as a Runner on a pouncy Indie film and felt profoundly weird, by lunch time I was shaking pretty badly and not feeling great. After the shoot in Euston I had to drive the van with the camera kit back, pulling out of the car park I hit a parked car pretty badly, denting in the side door. Then scrapped the van on the way out and finally 10 miles north of London I destroyed the gear box by driving so badly. The very annoyed art director sent me home and told me not to bother coming back. When I got back to Granny's she was there in the kitchen looking concerned, it was then she told me that I had taken her HRTs.
(Riggleberry, Sun 19 Sep 2010, 23:42, 1 reply)

Wow
You popped 3 pills

Without reading the packet

You are a tit.
(lemonadegame, Sun 19 Sep 2010, 23:47, closed)