Walton Jail in Liverpool and Parkhurst prison on the Isle of Wight are the only two prisons in England/Wales (I don't know about Scotland/Northern Ireland) that have operating theatres - which is why I had to go to Walton. When I see people (readers of the Daily Heil/S*n mainly) go on about prisoners having dentists and medical treatments available they clearly don't know what they're being brainwashed into believing.
Imagine being a specialist surgeon and rather than choose a private practice on Harley Street or Rodney Street, you'd decide 'prison's the thing for me'! You don't get the best practitioners in that setting. One surgeon I used to see looked to be the sort of person drinking in the last chance saloon. Almost certainly offered a 'take-this-position-or-be-struck-off' kind of deal. He didn't work in any hospitals.
And they don't do much (any) cosmetic surgery, transplants or stent-grafts. The usual order of the operating list was 'Excision penile warts...excision penile warts...excision anal warts...excision penile warts...excision anal warts...excision anal warts' with not much variance.
The matron, who all the prisoners regarded with total awe, used to tell me how drugs got in.
All prisoners regard every day spent out of their tree and zombified as one day robbed off the state so such drugs were highly prized. Friends and relatives on the outside would throw drugs over the wall and gardeners on the inside were adept at cultivating plants and flowers with high pollen yields so the dogs wouldn't go near them. Prisoners on exercise would shuffle the drugs underneath the plants with their feet and the next opportunist seeing them would smuggle them into the prison itself. If it keeps the lid on the violence and general mayhem, a bit of a blind eye is turned. Only when a prisoner needs taking down a peg or two is a search ordered to keep him in his place.
It's frightening and so last week when I was about to develop a plan where Boris Johnson would come to a sticky end, I decided I preferred life on the outside so I let that one go.
Imagine being a specialist surgeon and rather than choose a private practice on Harley Street or Rodney Street, you'd decide 'prison's the thing for me'! You don't get the best practitioners in that setting. One surgeon I used to see looked to be the sort of person drinking in the last chance saloon. Almost certainly offered a 'take-this-position-or-be-struck-off' kind of deal. He didn't work in any hospitals.
And they don't do much (any) cosmetic surgery, transplants or stent-grafts. The usual order of the operating list was 'Excision penile warts...excision penile warts...excision anal warts...excision penile warts...excision anal warts...excision anal warts' with not much variance.
The matron, who all the prisoners regarded with total awe, used to tell me how drugs got in.
All prisoners regard every day spent out of their tree and zombified as one day robbed off the state so such drugs were highly prized. Friends and relatives on the outside would throw drugs over the wall and gardeners on the inside were adept at cultivating plants and flowers with high pollen yields so the dogs wouldn't go near them. Prisoners on exercise would shuffle the drugs underneath the plants with their feet and the next opportunist seeing them would smuggle them into the prison itself. If it keeps the lid on the violence and general mayhem, a bit of a blind eye is turned. Only when a prisoner needs taking down a peg or two is a search ordered to keep him in his place.
It's frightening and so last week when I was about to develop a plan where Boris Johnson would come to a sticky end, I decided I preferred life on the outside so I let that one go.
Afraid unless the will is there to change their lives, nothing they are offered is going to help.
I suppose I could hack doing time if I was allowed my own extensive wardrobe while inside
. I wouldn't mind trying one of those 'last supper' meals that prisoners have before execution in some American states. 10 cheese burgers,a bucket of fries and a gallon of choc chip ice cream sounds quite nice,
