This is shocking to me... Would never have put him in the cocaine group of people, and taking it where he did... wow... He was always a hero of mine, and still is, but this shocks me http://www.theguardian.com/culture/...dmits-cocaine-buckingham-palace-autobiography
Gay public schoolboy, Oxbridge educated, 30 years in showbiz...i think it was a bit of a certain, tbh!
He was pretty wild when he was younger by his own admission. Arrested, all sorts. His first two memoirs cover a lot of it Top man mind
Not that surprised. Not sure why he needs to publicise it tho. I'll be staggered if he's the only one - particularly after what has been written about Osborne.
I didn't realise anyone still didn't know. He's talked about it so often. People take drugs: the good, the bad and the ugly. Not that anyone gives a ****, because I'm nobody, but I'm addicted to opiates (er, heroin and that, I'm a junkie). I don't take opiates any more, but the addiction will never go away. 13 years ago I had spinal surgery. Unbeknownst to me, a few days after the surgery, my temperature went up to 40 degrees because I was suffering from acute appendicitis, but I didn't feel the pain because they were dosing me with kapake. They released me from hospital, despite my temperature, along with enough opiates to get every drug addict in the county high. After a few days my appendix burst. I don't know how to describe that other than to say it hurts. After a few days in agony I went to my GP who diagnosed me with Gastroenteritis. I spent the next couple of weeks at home, slowly dying, until I could take no more and walked to the hospital. They poked and prodded me for hours until some genius realised my appendix had ruptured. They then started dosing me with heroin. In England, when you think you are given morphine, you're actually given diamorphine, or heroin as it is commonly known. Apparently, I have the constitution of a shire horse, because they gave me enough heroin to knock down an elephant, but I was up all night smoking, when hospitals still had a smoking room. The next morning they ****** the operation up, or maybe I was that ****** up that no matter what they did I was still going to be in a state. I developed peritonitis, then blood poisoning and my organs started to shut down. I'm still alive, so there's a happy ending (or not if you really don't like me), but the only treatment I was given for the next four months I was in hospital was to pump me with heroin and kapake. I left hospital a bigger junkie than Renton or Sick Boy. I took drugs for the next three years, prescribed to me by my GP, but then decided to stop. Difficult, but I've tried stopping smoking on numerous occasions and it's nothing compared to that. My story may seem extreme, but what I'm trying to say is that you should never, ever judge someone who is addicted to drugs because you haven't a ******* clue what they've been through. My story is nothing compared to the majority of drug addicts.