Heatwave
Just been down to the chemist's to pick up my eye drops and take Rocky for a walk. What a belter! Can any of you old codgers remember the Summer of 1976 when it started in May? The prison authorities had to paint the skylights black as the Wings were like ovens inside. We had many a sit down strike on the exercise yard, and even the screws preferred sitting around watching us rather than working. They would bring us all cheap ice creams, lolipops and gallons of orange juice. Prisoners were dropping like flies fainting all over the place. Oh, and there were the flared tempers and a few riots.
The good old days...
A mixture of law, politics, autobiography and humour. Once described as "The Devilish Advocate" (Guardian), I do have the ability to provoke a response. Sometimes it comes from someone who uses a thought process, and sometimes from jerks usually associated with the knee.
1 comment:
Lucky sod! It has been pissing it down all day here in supposedly sunny Spain. Still we could do with it or we'll have to desalinate half the Mediterranean to keep us in ice cubes for the sangria.
I remember '76 well, I was still at school, sneaking down to the end of the playing fields and dozing in the sun at lunchtime. For some reason it is the dried grass cuttings that stick in my memory, funny thing the mind.
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