Yes, here is yet another story about cocaine on Viceland. But it’s also about history! And about a book as well! Literature, in fact! Conny Braam, a really cool lady who was chairman of the Dutch branch of the anti-Apartheid movement for 25 years, wrote a book about the Dutch cocaine factory, which was cranking out marching powder (literally) between 1900 and 1963. It also turns out the Dutch government made tons of money during World War 1 by supplying the surrounding countries with drugs. By doing that they were partly responsible for making the war last longer. Read the interview to learn all about this nasty little history. Read more »
Posts Tagged ‘cocaine’
HOLLAND WAS THE WORLD’S BIGGEST COKE MANUFACTURER
Drugs are too much for me
I am the opposite of Hamilton Farnsleyworth, or whatever the name of the drug bison is that Vice employs to unbalance his mind. I’m only in my teens and I’ve only been doing drugs for about two years and now I have to quit because every time anything moves in front of my eyes I see track marks and I can’t have a shit without checking behind the shower curtain. Here is a small encyclopaedia of how not to get high if you’re looking to have a nice life and not feel like your sanity is bubbling out from your ears. Read more »
How much coke is bad for me? Part two: I was blinded by gak
Remember Dr Mona Moore’s good advice? Yeah, well I wish I’d heard it before last week. Up until then all the bets were on masturbation being the first to make me go blind, but cocaine has unexpectedly sped in there at the last minute to claim the medal for the Most Blinding Expression of Self-Hate In My Life. A year or two ago I stopped doing coke and have been thoroughly enjoying my new position of smugly riding a high horse around those chained to toilet cubicle pillory. Then the summer arrived, and I had to go to a festival for work. Which is crap. Two choices became apparent: 1) I Go explore the wondrous world of drunk teenage girls dancing to Tiesto, or 2) Sit in my tent and do nosebag all night. Tricky one. Read more »
Bollocks to the Hippocratic Oath: How much coke is bad for me?
A dentist friend treated a woman who had done so much cocaine it had rotted a hole between her nose and mouth, as well as perforating her septum. That shits on Daniella Westbrook. This woman had a 3cm by 1.5cm wide black rancid pit on the roof of her mouth through which her rotting nose would drip. Her mouth was her brain’s own colostomy bag. Read more »
Picograms for everyone
Two years ago we woke up with news stating that Spain was the world leader in cocaine and whiskey consumption (take that, Scotland), so a piece of research the Centro Superior de Investigaciones Científicas (CSIC) recently published shouldn’t surprise anyone. The folks at the CSIC’s lab stated that they have detected traces of cannabis, cocaine and heroin in Barcelona’s and Madrid’s atmospheres —the latter found only in Madrid, which must be remains of the 80s Movida punk scene. But before anyone hits the roof over these declarations, we should probably read the statements of the research and see exactly what it says…
Coke crisis averted
On Friday my buddy was like, “Want to split a 60 from the jar guy?” I was like TOTALLY! You see, the jar guy is not for the masses and a close connection is required to obtain his services. The other option is the overpriced baggie of some powder that resembles cocaine but would more likely test positive for drano and baking powder. I even had an empty jar from weeks earlier sitting around for such an occasion, so splitting it up would be a breeze… unless disaster struck. Read more »
Hey Airport Security, You Suck!
Two years ago I borrowed a travel bag from my mother. It’s perfect since it matches all airline hand luggage size restrictions but is still big enough to fit a whole week of clothes, my computer, books and all kinds of shit with its many pockets. Being the perfect travel bag, it’s been my hand luggage on all my trips and I travel quite frequently. My mum’s been wanting it back though and after two years of nagging I decided to return it, emptied all the little pockets, then turned it upside down and guess what fell out? A fucking knife!
