I recall my stunned shock one evening, having coffee back in my house, as a young teacher in the faculty, with a chap I had known from university who had emigrated to the US, who was home on a visit to his family, when he began to extol the benefits of cocaine usage and enjoined me enthusiastically to embrace the drug, with the (undoubtedly fallacious) argument, "you're a really good teacher - this will make you a brilliant teacher."
As a consequence of that conversation, (and I had earlier helped him with advice and sourcing excellent legal support when he had taken a case - which he won - as a result of a soccer injury while playing indoor soccer) I prudently distanced myself from him and from his circle.
I think that because it was known I was left leaning when I was young, it was thought that I might be - or might have been - an advocate of "radical" or bohemian lifestyles, as well, but, as it happens, I'm not.
My personal life - as opposed to some of my socio-political views - could hardy be more reserved, respectable, restrained and indeed conservative, something which seemed to come as some sort of surprise to some of the people who knew me at the time.