"Krokodil: The drug that eats Junkies."

Desomorphine.. street name – Krokodil. Morphine’s ugly cousin. It became known widely in Russia in 2010.
“It’s much like injecting poisen directly into the skin.”
The drug is made from codeine, iodine and red phosphorus. It is used as a cheaper alternative to Heroin, but the effect is euphoric. It is called Krokodil due to the scale-like appearance of its users. The drug became notorious for producing tissue damage akin to gangrene, rotting the flesh. The damage can be so extreme that the life expectancy for users is as low as 2 to 3 years.
I am writing about this drug as I have recently researched its impact on the Soviet in 2002 and in Russia 8 years later. There are graphic images available all over the web, that show exactly what this drug does to its users.
They describe a euphoric feeling like no other, better than heroin, better than cocaine. But these ‘victims’ also describe the harrowing pain that coincides the pleasure, as the drug eats away at the flesh (figuratively). So it seems right to ask “is the pleasure worth the pain?”
People argue that users brought this plague onto themselves, that it is their own doing. However, others believe that further economical and social factors should account for it as well (poverty, poor education, low background etc).
Maybe the russian government should plaster the effects of this drug around society in hope that fear sparks avoidance of this toxic habit.
(I’d put the images into this blog entry, but i fear they’re too graphic. They are available on www.google.co.uk/images)
I was so shocked by this and thought to spread the word about this disgusting drug people are pumping into russian society.
A xo


Teething problems

It’s been a long time coming but i’ve had to organise my ranty, outraged thoughts and put them into understandable sentences.

So far, our student house has had little upsets. It was all quiet on Newington Rd, until late October.
An 18 year old girl has such little consideration for 3rd year students. She invites people over to stay for days on end, they help themselves to gas, electric, food, showers, everything — i mean.. the bills add up ya know?!

Next, some random guy turns up at gone midnight and she doesnt even understand why i’d have a problem with this!

Following this, I thought it would be constructive to have a house meeting….which turned into a 20 minute rant towards me about ‘mothering’ her……. er i dont think so!

A week later (after we thought things were all sorted) a girl turns up at our door with a suitcase. Housemate turns her ‘attitude mode’ on full and expresses that we shouldnt have to be told and we shouldnt have a problem with it. Really?!

Now…after we the incidents have occurred, it has been overheard that the reason we have a problem with all these unexpected visits is due to race. She could not be more wrong.

Surely, the next logical step would  be to inform the landlady of the problems we have been having. We have a lack of response and she just down-play our problems, like you would a child’s falling out.

And so..understandably, things are a little tense in this house but hopefully things will turn out all right in the end.

Watch this space. A xo

Spoiler alert.

Moving in with strangers is always going to be a little frightening. Especially when it’s uni life and everything’s new and exciting and you’ve got 200,000 other things milling about in your brain that you’ve picked up at Welcome Week. But, you’ve gotta learn to live and get along!

It is not a wise idea to learn how to fend for yourself when you’re in a house with others. You’ve gotta learn things like:
1. DO NOT put metal objects in the microwave.
2. ALWAYS put toilet roll in the bathroom ((to avoid the embarassing ‘call for help’ after)).
3. DO the dishes – no one likes tidying someone else’s mess.
4. BOND. You have to take the time to get to know your house/flat mates, otherwise it’s gonna be a very awkward 10 months!!

….and those are just a few! 

It is not for your house/flatmates to mother you whilst you’re still ‘finding yourself’. It’s a give and take system. You’ve all got to be there and support EACH OTHER. 

So…if you’re one of those people that think it’s ok to be carried along by your friends….please please get a grip of yourself and grab that little bit of maturity that’s lurking somewhere in your priorities (probably behind the vodka shots and fresher’s week). 
Don’t spoil the fun — it’s not nice. 

Happy Living

A xo

Cut the cuts

I have recently found out that the University of Northampton have cut their Philosophy course. This is a damn shame!!
First of all, the university is well known for it’s social sciences and philosophy departments, what has it got to gain from cutting the course? Money. It has left staff that are involved in this course out of work, the current students frustrated by this solution and future students; left with no other option than to apply to a different university.Have we been told why higher authorities have come to this decision? I think not.
This blogger has heard that there may be further cuts through out the uni, including in the social sciences department.
It has been known that the Media course has been flitted out, only after investing on tons of new facilities that will now be useless (facilities including the brand new 3-D room!) Why??
There is now a new society at the university of Northampton. It’s sole aim?? To get the Philosophy courses back in the prospectus!

Sign the petition today & get involved.

A xo

Who is Ray?

It is a rare occasion that both of my preferred fields (Psychology & Journalism) coincide. However, it has.
“An English-speaking teenager, thought to be 17, has been found living rough in the woods in Germany. He walked into Berlin’s City Hall and his first words were: “I’m all alone in the world”. Police are still trying to identify the young man. In good health, he calls himself Ray and can speak English fluently. He said he had walked from the forest, where he had been living with his father for the last five years.According to his story, his father was killed in a fall some two weeks ago.He has claimed he buried the body in a shallow grave and covered it with stones before walking to civilisation.” The youth remains in the care of Social Services.
'I'm All Alone': Forest Boy's First Words
Now, could this be a feral child? There have been some, albeit rare, cases around the world where children have shown feral characteristics.
Genie Wiley from LA, was locked in her bedroom for the first 13years of her life. In 1970, the police had taken her into custody. She never learned language, still wore diapers and spoke in infantile grunts and whines. This was a severe case of neglect.
However, from hearing the beginning of his story it is apparent that this youth is NOT feral. He was simply raised in a natural environment. He only started living rough in the past 5 years which means he would’ve learned language and behavioural skills from his parents and possibly, school. As he knows little German it is likely he is not originally from Germany.
It seems that Ray has no idea who he is (Interpol are investigating his background, trying to identify him) this could be due to a trauma from his past, possibly after the event of his mother’s death. He has withdrawn into a smaller, less educated version of himself. This is called Repression. It describes the most powerful and evasive method of defence, according to Freud. It allows the individual (Ray) to push unacceptable impulses out of awareness, back into the unconscious mind.
Due to this, the investigation must be carried out with caution as Ray will be fragile and, as no one is aware of his past, there is no telling how he could perceive the help Berlin’s police & social services are trying to provide.
The Foreign Office in London are also involved in trying to solve this riddle.
Until, his past is recovered Ray will remain unknown.
Prayers for Ray
A xo

my odd encounter

While waiting for the bus I’m approached by what I can only describe as a retired lady cage-fighter. Think Pat Butcher but hung in gold with 2 Staffordshire Bull Terriers at her heels. And I swear half her ear was missing!

She waddled up to me, frowning.
“Emma?” No, I’m not Emma.
“Chris’ fiancĂ©e?” Nope. “I’m sure you’re Emma.” Nope, again.
“I swear you look just like Emma!” Well, I’m definitely not Emma. I assured her of this in the nicest way possible. Hoping she understood and wasn’t an escapee from Broadmoor.

Then she went on to talk to me about everything & anything in her life. Clearly deranged, she kept coming back to the fact that I looked like this ‘Emma’ character as though I was the one who’d got it wrong..
This woman, we’ll call her Sue, looked like she’d been kicked off the Jeremy Kyle Show. She wore tattered Reebok classics, joggers, an Elessee jumper that had brown stains down the front and a beige fleece that was 10 sizes too big for her. She seemed a nice enough old lady so I stood & chatted while I waited for the bus (which was late..again!).

She told me all about her son’s phone and how O2 messed his contract up so she’d had to send it back and what a huge polava it was. Bless her. I’m not gonna lie, the whole situation made me feel a little uncomfortable. She had odd earrings that were green around the lobe and she had these massive gold sovereign rings and necklaces. Her hair was scraped back and laqcuered from her face and was all tatty at the ends. I felt for her.. clearly she was a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic and all I could think was ‘this is someone’s Nan.’

I wasn’t going to be rude and I couldn’t see any harm in chatting to her. She’s probably couped up all day with her gangster husband who smoked cigars and drank during the day with her delinquent son who wore a tag (yes, she told me about that too!).

Then when she said (pointing out one of her staffys) “she’s getting old this one, can hardly make it on our walks. I think she’s been mounted too cos she’s walkin all funny” I thanked whoever was up there that the bus was in sight. I have nothing to say, when it comes to doggy style!!
I’m all for neighbourly bonding but there’s gotta be a line. And that was it.
But I can’t help thinking about if she’d approached someone else in the street, perhaps someone less understanding (a yob). It’s frightening to think that there are people out there that can’t show compassion for an elderly lady with mental problems. So, I suppose, that I’m glad she came and shared bits of her life with me…in a way. And I hope that she felt a little bit better for it.

A xo

So, now what are you going to do with your life?

Thousands of A-level students received their results last week and were looking forward to planning the next stage of their life.

Unfortunately, even A grade students have had to put their life on hold as there are no university places left! Why?? It is possible that students are trying to get into uni this year because of the impending rise in tuition fees. I mean, no one wants to pay over £9,000 a year for a university place! And in the current economic crisis, can they afford to?
This could mean that in a few years time, people will be disinclined to go to university. If this happens, will we end up with a moronic society, of people in dead-end jobs and less skilled professionals??
Universities are overflowing with students and so lecturers can expect more pressure and bigger seminar groups. Could this mean a decrease in the quality of education at university?
There is something that has confused me throughout the discussions and political policies concerning the alterations made to university and tuition fee costs. The people in charge of the country, and those who have decided to increase the tuition fee by ÂŁ6,000 got their university education free. So why are we expected to pay these extortionate costs? Moneygrabbing.
So when tuition fees are anything up to ÂŁ9,000 a year, will you still plan to go to university? Or will you settle for a college education, apprenticeship or a normal 9-5 job? Politicians are naive if they think that the cost will not affect prospective students’ decisions in the future.

A xo