I seem to have chosen possibly the worst day to give up smoking. Last night a few friends and I picked up a rather ‘generous’ bag of our favourite herb, stuck Gladiator on TV and began frequently asking each other ‘wait…..what’s going on?”

As you know, Gladiator is about 72.5 hours long, meaning I had about 20 minutes sleep before work today. I don’t know if it was lack of sleep, lack of THC or the general law of irony, but today in work every single member of the general public seemed like a moron. I drank about 4 coffees and concentrated mainly on not falling asleep at work.

After the unnecessarily long journey home I almost instantly collapsed in bed and slipped in and out of consciousness for the next few hours, finally waking to #manchesterriots trending on Twitter. I live in Manchester….

When I was traveling home, piccadilly gardens had an obviously abnormal level of police presence and for some reason I found myself being overly cautious of the people walking around me. I didn’t expect it to kick off as much as it has done, but I knew something would happen.

Now all I want to do is smoke a spliff, and convince myself that humanity isn’t entirely doomed…


6 more days…… 6….more…..days!