Yes I to have smoked pot in my younger days. At least it proves he is one of us hey.

Now here is a trap for you to be aware of.

Last New years I was at a party and a joint was handed around, although I thought about it I declined.

After leaving the party I was stopped at an RBT.

Now what would have happened if I had taken a drag or two then was tested.

Would I have been charged and branded as a drugy. Hardly fair given it would have been the first in over 20 years.

Celivia, isn't it scary how sober and responsible our children are?

I get some indulgent pats on the head occasionally when they smile at me beningly when I tell of some youthful adventure. My kids think that anybody over the age of 50 must have been long haired pot smoking hippies. Their parents included

I feel sorry for those who could not find enough in real life, & had to get their kicks from drugs.

At 11, I was riding show jumpers. No wine, women or drugs could equal that.

Then at 17, no horses at uni, but a forward hand on a skif, howling down the harbour got more kicks than any drug could offer.

Not meant to be a science teacher, so became a fighter pilot. At 21, that first takeoff from a carrier is a thrill that leaves all your wine women, & druges for dead.

Chuck out those drugs, & buy a racing car. At 28, a Brabham, around Bathurst, will give you a high, drug users couldn't believe.

At 36, single handing a 40 footer, through a 3 day Coral Sea gale is a bit more high than anyone needs, & at least equal to all the wine women & drugs. But wait a minute, this is one thrill I can share with a lady.

7 years later there's 3 kids to teach to show jump, sail, & drive. Now thats a kick, hell, how did you ever find the time for drugs.

As a clapped out old bugger, [I can't speak for her] we manage a vino a couple of times a month, but drugs, I'd rather go far a drive in my 30 year old sports car, thank you.

Hasbeen for PM!!

Actually, it's kinda got a ring to it, hasn't it?

Yeah that sounds perfect, CJ!

Heehee anansi,
I hope my children are only joking when they call me an alcoholic for having a daily small glass of wine, or tell me that I must've been the pot-head of Amsterdam.
And I haven't even told them EVERYTHING or they'd call me other names, too.

But seriously, I can't get over the fact that my children are so much more responsible and considerate than I've ever been as a teenager.
Someone told me it skips a generation.

But I'd rather have my children behave like I did and see them smoke some pot than fly around like maniacs in fighter planes trying to shoot people.

Really who cares who smokes pot? I am an old worn out pensioner & have never smoked at all, tobacco, pot anything. The whole idea of smoking to me is abhorrent. However, I could'nt care less if Malcolm Turnbull smokes, drinks, or, stands on his head, naked in Martin Place, provided he does the job he is paid to do with without fear or favour. His private life is his own businesss. Get a life!! The rugged sunbronzed egalitarian Aussie nation of my youth has very obviously turned into a nation of narrow minded WIMPS!!