For once, Elton John is right – cannabis is deadening to the soul

I was about 23 and was still finding my feet socially in London. I’d always really been a champagne girl at heart but cannabis smoking was common in some of the circles I spent time in. It seemed so tacky and boring, the province of the sorts of bores one met while “travelling”, so I usually said no. But one night in a run-down flat somewhere in no...