Air heads

I will be quite candid with you here and confess that I have never inhaled anything from a balloon. Indeed, call me an old spoilsport, but I tend to eschew balloons in my daily life. I cannot see the point of them.

Accordingly, I’ve been bemused by frequent pictures of young persons at raves and suchlike, inhaling something from a balloon that gets you high. Is it cannabis? LSD?

Whatever, it’s the new fashion accessory. I know little about drugs these days. Of course, I smoked LSD or something when a student, but I only did it to appear popular and handsome (it worked!).

Later, I lived in areas that were supposedly drug hotspots and never noticed a thing. Once, a newspaper sent me to that awful pop festival that used to happen in Fife every year, and the attending louts and misfits started to form a lynch mob under the impression that I was an undercover cop from the drugs squad (in retrospect, I think the necktie and baton were mistakes).

I do wish that, for the good of their health, young people would stick to wholesome beer and whisky.