Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Week 1, Part 2
There are a range of ways in which to enter a prison, styles of adaptation, states of mind, which can profoundly effect
the way that time flows in that prison.
Although I was rather highjacked and dumped 3 hours away from my home area, given that my next Parole Board sits in a mere 5 months, I squashed every negative or arsey thought and determined to enter Sudbury with a positive outlook.
Through benign Fate, I've fallen in with a helpful and thoroughly decent bunch of people. They are full of advice, questions and - in one case - an endless supply of mischievous lies. In this respect, I've landed on my feet.
I also rolled into a double cell... The torments of this situation are vastly unappreciated by the uninitiated and it serves to ratchet up my baseline stress hugely. I am trying to write this to the accompanyment of Coronation Street and Emmerdale. Oh, the horrors! My cellmate wasn't even born when I came to prison.
Being ninth on the list for a single cell, this stress could gnaw away at me for some time.
Labels: open prisons