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A spliff story

09:12, 13 March 2007 .. Link

I'm busy. There's a surprise.

I'm also going to Norway for 10 days very soon (Friday). Mmmm... No work...

In the Guardian today, they talk about "guerilla cannabis growers" - they plant cannabis on other people's land and then come back and collect it three months later. That's never happened in our back garden. Never mind. I'd be quite pleased - it smells nice.

But I wouldn't smoke any of it, because this is what would happen:
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Dorum smokes cannabis, scene 1 act 1

Inside Dorum's living room - a small room filled with useless clutter and dust bunnies. A married couple are sitting on the sofa. The man, Sven, is sitting up and holding a spliff. The woman, Dorum, is lying down.

Sven: Well, lets smoke this thing - may as well, it was free! (Sven likes free things - he is half Scottish, half Yorkshireman)

Dorum: OK, why not, it's been a long time.

Sven lights up and inhales deeply a couple of times.
S: Mmmm... Nice.
He passes the spliff to D.

D inhales deeply. And again. And again. and... just one more time. There you go.
D: That's pretty good.

Three hours pass, in which Sven tries to strike up various conversations, none of which D shows the slightest interest in, as she is busy lying and staring.

D: (accusing tone) Are you looking at me? I'm going to bed.
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And that is why I'm not bothered about cannabis in any of its glorious forms. I really don't need the help in the idleness department.

Wouldn't that play above make a great musical?

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