08.08.08

It’s been interesting parking at prison the last 2 weeks; the three storms that have visited us and shown why Noah was asked by me to build a vessel 40 cubits by 40 cubits have left a lovely water feature which essentially killed 30 car parks. All that is missing is a little boy in the middle of it all peeing in delight; though considering the state I sometimes turn up in it came close.

I of course figured a way around this – self contained underwater breathing apparatus gear. This indeed works well for the initial splash and recovery though due my tendency to immerse myself in role play (just ask the latest working girl I spent 2 minutes with) I forgot I was attired in a manner that is not quite of the norm. By the time I got to medical I finally realized why so many mainstream prisoners looked at me quizzically and made a path for me to make it through South Wing. They probably would have accepted the rubber suit and goggles considering some of their nefarious predilections but me thinks walking backwards in fluorescent pink flippers was the clincher. There was a secondary benefit from this though; no calls for me to risk assess anyone, the word was out, the fat was in the fire and nobody wanted to be in the same room with Mr. Gay Scuba Nurse.

I see that the Erotica Expo is on again.

Driving to the prison near the turn off is a very large billboard with a hot looking blonde chick in red and black leather under garments holding a whip to a submissive mans bowed head (I may have looked once or twice) which I naturally thought was a great piece of contemporary art and a reflection on societies openness to things new. I looked into my rear-view mirror to see if the person in the vehicle behind me also appreciated the image only to see an overweight middle aged woman furiously shaking her head and jowls and thumbing the stitching on her steering wheel as if it had turned into a rosary. She followed me down the off ramp and for another 2 kms before she went her own way, head never stopped shaking, like one of those hula dolls on the dash board just not attractive and no smile.

Guess art appreciation ain't every body’s cup of sex.

I have been given a student nurse. Not really sure what to do with it but I am thankful for the present. He turned up smiling which every one knows unnerves me so that was our first lesson, no to smiling yes to scowling. Now I should have expected this to happen but didn't see it coming, I now feel old and it's his fault. I made casual reference to an 80's TV show, nothing no reaction, I made a reference to 1980's music, again with the void (though he smiled politely and we had to return to the first lesson) - this happened frequently during our conversation over the past 2 days and so confirms I'm no longer considered hip or cool or what ever it is these days, I do have to agree I was never those things though I aspired at different times and now the words themselves do not exist to these new people. Insane does though. I explained about mental health in prison and some of the presentations we manage - "Insane", yes I thought, perhaps when you see and understand Insanity you will drop this term. It won't matter though as apparently much of what I explained or talked about was "Random" so if "Insane" goes there will be more gaps for things to be "Random".



I need alcohol so plan to run to the hills, as soon as we sort out placement for the x3 prisoners who turned up sentenced and at risk, wish I could tell them there's no room at the Inn (as SNU is full) but apparently I don't have that power -



if they only knew.






The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and The 6ft White Wabbit.