A Wing
I spent last weekend in prison, well the old Victorian prison in Oxford converted into a luxury hotel.
My room was in the A Wing, a lattice of iron multi-layered walkways passing low cell doors recessed into the featureless walls. The door to my cell was original, wooden fronted with a metal backing cell side, bearing marks of years of frustrated entombment. The room was actually three cells combined, all with curved brick ceilings. It was kind of eerie watching the beams of light cast a sombre glow from the high cell windows set in thick stone.
I slept well in my incarceration with the knowledge that I had my rock hammer and poster of Raquel Welch hidden about my bed.
A former inmate of Melbourne’s Pentridge prison has just bought back the cell where he spent 7 years for embezzlement and armed robbery. It is in the same part of the prison that is being converted into wine storage that will eventually hold $50 million worth of rare wine.
I looked at my complimentary bottle of wine knowing that despite its lack of calibre, it would be in pristine condition.
I woke up relieved to find that the guard had not bolted the door, and I strolled down to the basement for breakfast. The fellow inmates looked well-heeled, but very unfriendly.
My room was in the A Wing, a lattice of iron multi-layered walkways passing low cell doors recessed into the featureless walls. The door to my cell was original, wooden fronted with a metal backing cell side, bearing marks of years of frustrated entombment. The room was actually three cells combined, all with curved brick ceilings. It was kind of eerie watching the beams of light cast a sombre glow from the high cell windows set in thick stone.
I slept well in my incarceration with the knowledge that I had my rock hammer and poster of Raquel Welch hidden about my bed.
A former inmate of Melbourne’s Pentridge prison has just bought back the cell where he spent 7 years for embezzlement and armed robbery. It is in the same part of the prison that is being converted into wine storage that will eventually hold $50 million worth of rare wine.
I looked at my complimentary bottle of wine knowing that despite its lack of calibre, it would be in pristine condition.
I woke up relieved to find that the guard had not bolted the door, and I strolled down to the basement for breakfast. The fellow inmates looked well-heeled, but very unfriendly.
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