FORMER users of the super-speed that can make you chew your legs off have spoken out to say that, on balance, it is probably best avoided.
Crystal Meth is a cocktail of twice-baked amphetamine, moose tranquiliser, crack cocaine and ground-up shellac gramophone records that is up to four billion times more addictive than popping the bubbles on a Jiffy Bag.
Former addicts, speaking at the ‘Crystal Meth: Is It For Me?’ exhibition at Earl’s Court, said the drug was less cool than many believe, especially when you are injecting it into your one remaining eye with a sharpened bellows.
Carl Howes, from Portsmouth, said: “I was running a double glazing company when I was offered my first hit from Terry, my regional sales manager, at the Christmas party.
“Within 72 hours I’d traded in my BMW 5 series for a stolen Waitrose trolley and had become a Nosferatu-like creature of the night, living in skips and shagging frozen chickens until my cock bled.
“So I would probably say ‘give it a miss’.”
Former florist Lucy Durston discovered crystal meth when she ordered some chinos from a clothing catalogue but was sent a kilo of the drug instead, due to a warehouse mix-up.
She said: “I loved the way I could stay up for six weeks on the trot with the deafening sound of Belgian techno constantly ringing around the inside of my skull.
“But then I blacked out, woke up naked, covered in cat blood and with three of my toes missing, to discover that I’d burned down my house and all the houses on my street while screaming obscenities in Gaelic.
“All things considered, you might want to join a squash club instead.”
