Posts by Simon Chamberlain
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"Ecstasy goes into the spinal column and cracking the back releases it back into the bloodstream," [Shimabukuro] said.
Untrue: http://www.erowid.org/ask/ask.php?ID=2969
Shimabukuro said it takes 20 - 40 seconds to feel the high when ecstasy is taken orally
Untrue: http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/mdma/mdma_effects.shtml
"They can give themselves an enema," he said. "They put the liquid form on a tampon and the ecstasy goes directly into the bloodstream."
Liquid ecstasy is slang for GHB, a totally different drug. It has been known for people to take MDMA as a suppository. Taking it vaginally would probably not be too healthy.
"One of the terms they use is 'rolling,'" Shimabukuro said. "They get Tootsie Rolls and let it stay in the sun or melt it until it's soft and pliable then they put ecstasy in the Tootsie Roll and wrap it.
Russell is right that 'rolling' is just standard US slang for the experience. I don't think anyone knows where the term originated (one suggestion is because your eyes roll around in your head, another because it feels like your body is rolling). Nothing to do with Tootsie Rolls.
Nice research Mike. Scary to think that this guy is being held up as an expert.
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For example the Save Happy Valley Coalition have dug up the lawn of the home of an individual Solid Energy director (Source: Canta – not online.) which is quite a step beyond lawful protest or civil disobedience aimed at an organisation.
Then again, Solid Energy hired students to infiltrate and spy on Save Happy Valley, so it's not like their hands are too clean, either. (At least according to Nicky Hagar in the SST, 27 May this year - not online as far as I can see).
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Heard about it in Wellington while watching some rugby match on TV. A day or two later, I was on a plane heading for London to begin my OE. I arrived stressed (only ever flown to Australia), tired (it had been about 30 hours and I'd hardly slept), and ran into my brother's practical joke where he failed to turn up to meet me, and instead sent a friend to tell me he'd been arrested.
So I wasn't in the best of moods to have some random woman come up to me uninvited and start wittering about how I'd arrived at such a sad time for their country.
The next day was the day of the funeral. My brother and I went walking around Wood Green. The streets were almost completely empty (think Lambton Quay on a cold Sunday evening). Nearly all the shops were closed. (Wood Green shopping centre is normally very, very crowded on a Saturday). The place was a ghost-town, obviously everyone in London except us was watching the funeral.
So that's my memories of Diana: she helped make my arrival in London slightly surreal.