A bargain in Virgin? Never thought i would see the day
Went to Peterborough today and it was well busy, bought some slippers and a flask from John Lewis'.
Went to Virgin records, something i never do as i can get cd's etc waaaay cheaper on line. Lo and behold i got 3 cd's for 20 quid and a free DVD with 22 songs on it, all from the Roadrunner label.....kin' fantastic. After my bout of spending money i went t the pictures with a friend to watch Underworld, not quite as good as i expected but i have developed a rubber fetish since this afternoon *grin*
Wrote more of Op MIndcrime 2 and pooped it here if you fancy a butchers: - .................................................................................................................................................................
No nightmare troubled Nicky that evening, his sleep was quite dreamless altogether.
The usual sound of grinding doors and overblown yawns echoed around the building as Carrion and Nicky slid their overalls on ready for another daily grind. They headed down for breakfast and took places in the queue. Nicky received an extra egg on his plate by way of a leaving present from the prison cook.
'Last day Nicky, we'll sure miss y'all' the cook said in his southern drawl. Nicky thanked him without speaking and sat at the usual table with Carrion. No words passed between them as they ate in silence. A few stares met them from other tables from other inmate 'lifers' but again, no words were uttered.
Laundry detail was first assignment which the two men carried out with robotic simplicity.
A guard marched in at 11 am and walked up to Nicky:
'Visitor Nick!' he turned and walked away. Nicky looked incredulously at the prison warden,
'Excuse me?' he said,
'I said visitor, now! Deafness is not something you want to be taking back into the outside world so shift it. Come on drop the sheets and get your ass to the booths'.
Nicky reluctantly made his way through the grey, featureless corridors toward the greyer, featureless visiting booths. He was searched before entering, then accompanied into the room. The guard then told him he had 15 minutes and left him alone.
'Who the hell wants to see me? I ain't had a visitor throughout my term' he continued to wrack his brain.
The door on the other side of the toughened glass opened and a young lady who looked to be in her mid twenties entered and sat opposite him.
'Hey!' she said.
'Hey yourself, who are you?' The girl lit up a cigarette clearly having no regard for the signs and looked Nicky up and down.
'I have some things here that I am allowed to give you' she reached into her handbag and brought out some newspaper clippings. They appeared to be sealed in a polythene bag.
'I know who you are Nicky, I know you are out tomorrow. I know all about Mary and the Priest
Went to Virgin records, something i never do as i can get cd's etc waaaay cheaper on line. Lo and behold i got 3 cd's for 20 quid and a free DVD with 22 songs on it, all from the Roadrunner label.....kin' fantastic. After my bout of spending money i went t the pictures with a friend to watch Underworld, not quite as good as i expected but i have developed a rubber fetish since this afternoon *grin*
Wrote more of Op MIndcrime 2 and pooped it here if you fancy a butchers: - .................................................................................................................................................................
No nightmare troubled Nicky that evening, his sleep was quite dreamless altogether.
The usual sound of grinding doors and overblown yawns echoed around the building as Carrion and Nicky slid their overalls on ready for another daily grind. They headed down for breakfast and took places in the queue. Nicky received an extra egg on his plate by way of a leaving present from the prison cook.
'Last day Nicky, we'll sure miss y'all' the cook said in his southern drawl. Nicky thanked him without speaking and sat at the usual table with Carrion. No words passed between them as they ate in silence. A few stares met them from other tables from other inmate 'lifers' but again, no words were uttered.
Laundry detail was first assignment which the two men carried out with robotic simplicity.
A guard marched in at 11 am and walked up to Nicky:
'Visitor Nick!' he turned and walked away. Nicky looked incredulously at the prison warden,
'Excuse me?' he said,
'I said visitor, now! Deafness is not something you want to be taking back into the outside world so shift it. Come on drop the sheets and get your ass to the booths'.
Nicky reluctantly made his way through the grey, featureless corridors toward the greyer, featureless visiting booths. He was searched before entering, then accompanied into the room. The guard then told him he had 15 minutes and left him alone.
'Who the hell wants to see me? I ain't had a visitor throughout my term' he continued to wrack his brain.
The door on the other side of the toughened glass opened and a young lady who looked to be in her mid twenties entered and sat opposite him.
'Hey!' she said.
'Hey yourself, who are you?' The girl lit up a cigarette clearly having no regard for the signs and looked Nicky up and down.
'I have some things here that I am allowed to give you' she reached into her handbag and brought out some newspaper clippings. They appeared to be sealed in a polythene bag.
'I know who you are Nicky, I know you are out tomorrow. I know all about Mary and the Priest