Oh God! I remember whitey-ing while smoking with my friends down the "boardwalk" (wooden walkways crossing through marshes) - I couldn't stand, couldn't talk, could hardly move. We'd been drinking as well, passing round joints and a bong, celebrating the end of our exams. My best friend and my boyfriend were leaning over the side of the walkway, throwing up into the marsh, and I was sat in the middle, grinning insanely but not able to actually laugh, and watching them take turns to throw up. A couple more friends were taking turns to comfort Sarah and Elliot, and to stare at me and comment on how pale I was.

Also, while smoking in Hendrefoilan woods, I had sat on a random tree stump, and we were meant to be getting the bus later to go to town for the evening. We were smoking there for a good few hours, and by the time we had to leave for the bus I was whitied to fuck! Couldn't move, couldn't talk, just kinda waved at my friends in an effort to say "I'll be right with you, just gimme a moment!" Most of them went to get the bus, while a couple stayed sat around and insulted me (in a nice way!), and laughed at the fact I couldn't bring myself to flip them off or yell at them.