Lighters, flick knives and cigarettes as a kid and later I'd smuggle drugs into whatever country I was visiting for a holiday, usually pills or powders of the upwardly direction and maybe a bit of weed. On the first occasion my friends and I bottled it before we went through Customs on our way to Spain and so we each took what was supposed to be a fortnight's supply of blues (speed) in one hit before we got on the plane. Speeding off my tits, eyes bulging, gurning like a lunatic, very drunk and sweating profusely I was stopped at Customs. I thought this is it, finger up the arse time but they only wanted to double check my passport which was a yearly one and then after a quick once over I was let through. Phew! Was up for days afterwards though.