I'm out the door at 7 pm, the family are blissfully asleep in a haze of QC, Turkey sarnies and 2nd hand sprout fumes. Waiting for the Christmas specials to come on the telly. I'm picked up by Batesy in his shed of a mini, in the back there's Merchant and Cooper. Fuck me this is going to be a messy head fuck of a night. Those two are the North Leeds equivalent of the Good Doctor and his Attorney, experts in the art of getting fucked on anything they can get there hands on. Tonights menu consists of a quarter of Double zero and a healthy sheet of purple ohms. Merch is chuckling to himself as he has a shallow fruit box on his knee with a box of red large rizzla packets. "Merry Xmas cuz, tonights the night we roll the camberwell carrot"
Down to Scottish Steve's we go. Merry fucking Xmas a house party in
Gipton awaits. All the wreck heads are there; Saddler, Steve, Little
Chris, Batesy, Merch and Cooper (they come as a pair), Tris, Barty and
Mad Daz. Daz had an incident with red windowpanes which ended up with
him running down Scott Hall Road bollock naked pursued by 6 coppers
hence the mad moniker. Suffice to say he's not that interested in the
consumption of tabs and to be honest we agree with him. Fucked if I want
to see him fighting naked with coppers anytime again in the near or
Needless to say Scottish Steve is hammered but is as always the genial
host. A total gent and a lovely easy going slight fella he had some
gruesome scars and even more gruesome tales of growing up in some shit
hole in Glasgow. Gipton for him was like Beverley Hills.
The tunes are banging out, we're all arguing over the cd player but
eventually Merch focuses our attention on the construction of the
biggest spliff ever built this side of Camberwell. 6 of us are furiously
sticking papers together while Merch empties the contents of 20 Regal
into a bowl whilst burning and crumbling the beige powdery gear.
The acid is kicking in......