If it looks like, smells like...It is....

Right, so as you all amy have noticed i've been a bit slack on the electronic-communications front recently. This is mainly due to the new rules at work regarding internet usage etc. It seems that the new IT directives have been written by an ex-member of the Waffen SS, as we are pretty much limited from using any site but the BBC, and *Shock Horror* NO PERSONAL E-MAIL TO BE USED!!! The upshot of this is that I have to do all my interent cruising at home. Therein, Guys and Guy-esses lies another problem.
The Anglo-Polish war of 2006....
As some of you know, my home has been subject to a gradual Eastern-European invasion over the past 6 months. Now the tally runs at 4 Poles (Polish people, not telegraph poles obviously) and my house mate (who, incidentally has a Polish/Croatian/ Albanian Father) so at the moment it feels a bit like a internment camp for refugees, but without Wycliffe Jean (boom-boom!). One of the polish guys has fucked about with the PC and installed a Polish Firewall/Anti-virus program which again, seems to have been written by a member of the Waffen SS (anyone searching the internet for Waffen SS and Poland in the next few weeks is gonna come STRAIGHT to my site hehehehe!) as it disconnects the interent every time I try and access MOH, Limewire, Gracenote and generally pretty much everything with the exception of his bloody chat software that he uses to talk to his fricking servant wife back in peasant-ville. (Can you tell i'm slightly anoyed by this?)

So I unistalled it...............!

He wasn't very happy about this for some reason.

Apart form this, we had the bad news that Cameron

has asthma, although the doctors are confident that he will grow out of it in a few years, just means he gets a bit wheezy when he's been running about too much. (That'll be every day then!) However it doesn't seem to affect him greatly and he's still a lovely (but cheeky) little monkey.



He's at that stage now where when he does something naughty and you consequently tell him off, he just loks at you, smiles and says "Uh-oh!". I tell you, the Teletubbies have a lot to answer for....

Aside form this myself and my friends had a very, er, interesting experience recently which relates to the title of this post. At work last week one of my colleagues showed us a picture taken in a field on the outskirts of town. This picture (and the subsequent story) told of a virtual plantation of cannabis! My other friend from work got the day off work just to go and check it out (addicts, huh?). Myself, I waited until I finished work and went to check it out with Neil and another colleague from work.
To get to the site in question we had to drive to the outskirts of town and walk for about 15 minutes up a very steep hill through a forest, but when we got there we were greeted by a scene that can only be described as breathtaking, it was like a scene from the Leonardo DiCrapheadio film, The Beach.



Immediately we set about collecting the tops of the plants where the buds were, and attempting to resist the urge to to run through the field naked, sqealing with delight.*
As we did this we kept hearing the occasional rustling noise, and giggle, which betrayed the position of fellow explorers within this field.









As we did this a few groups of teenage kids arrived and told us that the crop had been there for a few years, but for some reason the rumour about it had only spread round S over the last week. They also warned us about the farmer who owned a shotgun and two large Alsatians and wasn't afraid to use either of them against potential trespassers (mind you ALL farmers in my experience own shotguns, and also own very large dogs. I think this is just something that they get given on passing out from agricultural college, along with a phrase book with helpful phrases such as "Gerroff moi land" and "See them Sheeps...?") which resulted in a frantic stampe for the path as soon as any dog walker appeared on the other side of the hill.
Once we'd collectively collected a good bin-bag full we decided to leave. Now theoretically we should have spotted the obvious thing about this field. For one we were all amazed that such a large crop (the pictures do not do it justice, this field was easily 5-6 acres) has never been busted by the Feds, especially when talk had been rife around town for at least a few days. The trouble was we were all too blinkered by the existence of such a wonderful thing, as one of my friends replied when i texted him a picture: "How did you find the keys to heaven?!!" (Another friend from Bristol offered to come up bringing a transit van with him!). But in hindsight we should have been thinking the obvious. The field was nothing more than a very large crop of Cannabis Sativa, or in laymans terms, Hemp. Yep, we were fooled by the THC-free sibling of the Marijuana family. To get high off this stuff would have meant smoking the whole damn field!


Oh well, it probably did us a favour anyway, especially seeing as i'd not touched the stuff in months, if it had been real we would either have been Drug Barons by now, or dead in a ditch! Hahaha!


*Especially seeing as there were other people about. This is not behaviour befitting of a 26 year old really.