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Good weekend ahead
This is my favourite reply to that video- although I was on incapacity benefit at the time that was a depressing two years…
Unpopular opinion perhaps but we occasionally got some very good Soap Bar adjacent Rocky.
We also had a quarter that sat on top of the TV for months in our communal party house that none of us touched because it was rank and gave you an instant massive headache, but with which we let guests skin up with if they were really desperate
Yeah much of it in the early nineties was fine… did it contain adulterants… probably… did I care at the time? No. As you say you did occasionally get crap but usually it was alright
A bit of a revisionist historian take here… bit like Dominic Sandbrook talking about the eighties…
Yeah, apart from the odd bit of clear plastic sheeting, it was generally okay late 80’s/early 90’s, along with a nice bit of fluffy Flat Press.
Agreed. Totally revisionist. It wasn’t all terrible, and I tried a lot of it.
Now viewed through the lens of people who can order different types of weed and hash from a menu and have it delivered. We didn’t have that luxury in the late 80s/90s.
Also, I appreciate that adulteration isn’t great but I’d rather the youth were puffing 8% THC than skunk which basically rots the young brain.
And btw, when you were skinning up with a proper 80s fag the shit in the hash was the least of your worries. I’ve just had a sudden flash back to the taste of Rocky and a Marlboro Red…. Cough!
Tarry & Dunhill anyone?
Oh yeah. Embassy No. 1 were my jam which I alternated with Marlboro Red and sometimes Lights.
Dunhill Intl were wide / flat packet cut for an internal suit jacket pocket
Dunhill Lights had bevelled edges so didnt snag when taking out of a pocket
Mid 90s I worked with sales guys going to Scandanavia / Turkey so for £10 Id get duty free bottle of vodka & 200 Dunhill
Dunhill was the only snout that could scratch my Old Man’s Rothmans itch!
Wasn’t mega strong, you could carry it loose in your jeans pocket, it couldn’t be smelt 3 miles away.
Back of the throat like the surface of the moon but hey you can’t have everything
Ha ha!
I got a dod of, what was like really clean, soap bar a few weeks back. It really took me back to hazy days, skateboarding, not a care in the world, the music, and feeling like every possibility was open.
I still have a rasping throat
*10/10 would definitely do again.
- not really. Back to my one skinners of nice green.
“Twenty silk cut and a packet of Rizlas please”
Me - could have been taken in any year during the 90s.
Classic. I can actually picture the room you are sitting in with a tray of paraphernalia on the coffee table, tatty sofas and an ancient tv, vhs and stereo. Possibly half a 2 litre coke bottle and a bucket in the corner. No doubt some blackened knives by the gas fire on the wall.
You’re about 70 per cent right!