Low life | 5 March 2011

‘I’ve got some really nice MDMA. Really, really nice,’ he added in a gravelly, slightly sinister undertone. Unusual, this. It’s not often these days that Trev gives a ringing endorsement like that. Normally, he’s scathing about drugs. Not about the morality or the dangers but about the poor quality. He’s like our local consumer watchdog. Don’t get him started about the local coke, for example. It’s all rubbish, he says. Ask him does he know anybody that’s got any coke and Trev laughs at you. Offer him some and he’s dismissive.

So for Trev to mention that there’s a drug doing the rounds that is ‘really nice’ is really surprising. It isn’t a phrase you expect to hear Trevor use in any context, let alone this one. It sounded to me as if he’d gone a bit soft in the head.

‘MDMA? What’s that? I’ve heard of it,’ I said.