This is not the kind of revival I wanted to report. A little while ago I saw two more syringes on my work break
on the streets of Birmingham. What had previously been a fairly rare experience
– seeing a syringe left on the ground - has now turned into a regular sight. I
was not looking for them. It feels as if drug-use is everywhere now.
I saw a man on spice standing in the street in the middle of
the sunny day as children passed by. He looked like a stereotypical zombie from
a George A. Romero film. It was the first time I had seen it away from the
news. People walked by, even the police, and no-one seemed to bat an eyelid.
That was, perhaps the worst part of it all – that we are used to it now. It
would be heart-breaking if we were not so desensitised to it.
I’m not talking about cannabis use – the smell of which
fills most towns and villages. I’m persuaded that Britain, as the main exporter
of medical cannabis should also make it available for those suffering and for
palliative care. I’m almost persuaded that cannabis should be made legal, but
not quite and that is not my fight – I would not support or oppose a move like
that, but I know that I can never smoke again because it would simply give me
flashbacks.
I once went back to my high school to give a talk to the
teenagers about the dangers of drug use. It was the one and only time I have
done this. The main question I was asked was ‘Why did you take drugs?’ (even if
I had limited myself to ecstasy, LSD, cannabis and amphetamines). For me the
reasons were mixed – I wanted to feel better when I felt bad and I wanted to
feel even better when I felt fine. So there was hedonism, there was a bit of
peer pressure, escapism – and maybe mixed in with all that there was a search
for some kind of spiritual meaning which I thought could be found through the
use of LSD. But not much of that – mostly I wanted to feel great – to have instant
mountain-top experiences, to experience life to the
full. My experiment spectacularly failed, but that's another story.
And back in 1992 it all seemed a lot simpler. All of the
drugs were weaker. But over the years they were rebranded and strengthened. The
pictures on the acid tabs always had an anodyne strawberry or a picture of Bart
Simpson – and they were designed to make you buy. These days the drugs trade is
even more sophisticated and the 90's rave scene now sounds... twee.
So why did I stop taking drugs? A drug-induced psychosis may
have helped, but so did a radical change in my lifestyle. I had an epiphany –
to put it simply I became a Christian. Got religion – someone told me that God
loved me and I believed them. Whenever I spoke about this after that time I
would always say that the best way to stop taking drugs was to have a radical
change in circumstances. Have a baby, get married, move somewhere new, find
God. I never devoted myself to that anti-drugs task – because I don’t want it
to define everything I ever do – I wrote
a few letters to papers, visited my old school and made sure that whenever
anyone offered me drugs I didn’t take them. Maybe I was simply salving my
conscience. But when you see the same things happening again to others, it is
hard to keep shtum.
But with harder drugs, things are worse now, making the 80’s and 90’s rave
scene seem, as I say... twee. And when our blood-stained streets are littered with
syringes then you know that something has to change.
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