Great Expectorations

Great Expectorations is, among other things, the book Dickens wishes he'd written as it would have been much funnier. It is a story about following your dreams even if they go in circles and travelling back to the 50s to life the good life and fight the good fight, before it all went to shit. I can't garauntee success or even an creditable attempt, but I'll try to try. Also find ramblings unconnected and unreasonable. No standards apply to Wilt's writing. I mean NONE. If it blows, it blows.

Name: Wilt N Flowers
Location: Ireland

Wilt Flowers is my novelist alter-ego. The non-book things I post here are often not true, or distorted so far from true that it doesn't matter anymore, so any similarity to real life is remote. Nobody take this seriously. Or I'll 'ave ya. Spelling mistakes stay in, it's the way God wrote it through me, I'm not about to change that.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

The old shamrock vs grass battle..

So the GardaĆ­ (the "police cops" of Ireland) have seized millions of euro worth of hash this last week.

I'm talking like a statue of liberty could be carved out of what they hauled in two separate operations.

The statistic on the news was that there's enough hash there to provide a joint for every person in the country.

And they're just sitting on it.

I mean, sure, rolling 4 million joints would be a tough job, particularly in a poorly ventilated sweatshop such as I'm envisaging, but it would provide employment for immigrants, gypsies and stoners alike, bringing people that are out of it, into it. Together. Sharing the love. And afterwards, they all get one hell of a day off.

I mean, logistically, it would be tough. Ecumenically... I don't even like to think.

But I reckon it could all be sorted by Paddy's day. Easy.

You'd send an envelope to every household, with joints for everybody. Even little ones for the kids, in cool skins.

Man, I'm telling ya, seriously, and I'm not joking now, it would be fucking MEGA.