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The folk at my local pub did not believe me when I explained recently that I go nuts after eating Twiglets, this effect seems most pronounced 3 or 4 days either side of a full moon. Twiglets never used to affect me this way and I ate my first Twiglet 38 years ago aged 10. Remember it well!. My first ever Twiglet purchase was two large boxes, included with my order were a packet of 20 Embassy Cigarettes, and two large bottles of strong cider.. My reason for purchasing the Twiglets was to assist my subterfuge and convince the shopkeeper at the small village store that these purchases were really intended for my mother, I had also written out a shopping list forging my mothers hand finally asking that the ammount was charged to my mothers account. After buying a packet of Love Hearts with my own threepenny bit the shopkeeper was in no doubt that this sweet angel face 10 year old choir boy could never be interested in such awful things as booze and fags, tell your mother she must come herself next time I am not really allowed to serve you, Yes I will, thank you Mrs ...., I find it quite ironic now, that it was on the very first occasion that I got properly stoned on cider with my best mate "Squid" that I experienced my first taste of Twiglets. I developed the hiccups at one point during our brief after school party in the village churchyard. After Squid had stumbled away to his home I developed hiccups and then ate both boxes of Twiglets in a mistaken belief this would sober me up. This erroneous notion was based on having noticed that an uncle of mine would always insist on eating several Twiglets before driving home drunk as a lord from one of my mothers dinner parties. Well Twiglets didn't sober me up and the next day I got in big trouble although I could see that my parents were somewhat amused by my show the evening before and enjoying explaining what a hangover was, the first of many!. Of course I was banned from ever seeing my mate Squid again who in my version of the tale had supplied booze so a couple of weeks later after my mother got her bill from the shop I was deep in the crap all over again. I learnt three things from this experience, such pearls as "If you do get caught fess up to everything, get it done with", I loved getting stoned, and I loved Twiglets. Maybe my condition now is in fact a belated answer to a prayer I remember after being banned from buying ciggys & alcohol at the shop I could buy as many Twiglets as I wanted though and my prayer was, oh Lord could you make the world a place that these Twiglets would get me stoned out of my mind. |
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