Yesterday I met up with a friend who told me she recently spent an evening absolutely out of her little tree, courtesy of some prescription drugs given to her by Alanis Morrissette, chanteuse behind the oh-so-appropriately named jagged little pill album.
She even went on a facebook rampage, leaving incoherent little messages on the walls of people she shouldn't have. She remembers none of the above. She doesn't know what she took but she was totally battered by whatever it was.
It got me thinking. I can imagine a rummage through the medicine cupboard of Britney or Amy Winehouse proving quite fruitful. But Alanis Morrissette? I probably wouldn't smoke anything she offered me if I had to get up for work the next day but, prior to this, I wouldn't have thought twice about accepting a painkiller. Goes to show - it's the quiet ones you have to watch.
(Yes, I'm awake at 6am. I have no idea why either. I'm blaming Alanis).