This commendable practice began innocently enough when Carlos Dunbar claimed he had snorted three tubes of Sherbert Dip resulting in an "amazing" high. Soon most of the class were snorting incredibly fat lines of sherbert directly off German texbooks in class. The procedure would usually be to pour, chop, snort and then bellow as loud as possible to indicate the strength and status of your "high". With a particulary fat line, sherbert-activated mucus foam would pour from your nose, covering yourself and those near you. Soon we were making "wraps" of sherbert and I had cunningly placed my "gear" in an old Tic-Tac box, making a rather dapper "snuff box", which was quite a hit with the laydez. As anyone who's seen Scarface or Pulp Fiction will know, this halcyon period could not last forever. Our Jimi Hendrix was Andrew "Tarby" Tarbet. On running out of Sherbert during one especialy fraught German lesson Tarby, driven mad with need, crushed up a packet of Refreshers in the hope of a "hit". After snorting most of a packet of crushed up refreshers a woozy quiet descended over Tarby. Suddenly blood began to gush from his nose onto his books, trousers and Louisa Milne who sat in front. Soon bits started coming out with the blood and Tarby fled to the toilet, presumably to die. After this shock, nasal Sherbert consumption tailed off and was almost completely over within six months.

Snorting of mixed herbs was considered a popular and cheap way of getting through the drudgery of home economics lessons. The herbal high was negligible but it didn't half make you sneeze. It also made your culinary creations unusually bland.

As a fourteen year old proto-pothead, you may experience difficulty securing marijuana. Innovative children will steal Eucalyptus leaves from the local garden centre, and smoke these instead.
The resultant high probably had less to do with any narcotic effects, and more to do with the increase in oxygen in the bloodstream now your airways are clear and minty-fresh.

At 10, I started on smoking tea - didnt really get to much from that apart from ill. Then I tried dried out nettles. Crap. In the same year we did banana skins, then refined the process to just the stringy bits. This was supposedly where the real buzz was. Effects - nothing but a headache and feeling sick. At 14 I tried fags - ace. Dizzy every time, hyper-ventilation - rapid smoking led to spinning out and falling over. Then, Tipp-Ex thinner, discrete and cheap. A short dab on your jumper sleeve, a sniff, and any lesson was lost to two minutes of whirling and slumping.
Such experimentation stopped the second we looked old enough to buy bottles of Woodpecker Cider. We tied up our memories in a spotted hanky, looked into the sunset of our youths, and zig-zagged crazily into adulthood.