58 Weekend at Baird Street

“No matter your opinion of how cushy prisons maybe, a police station cell door clunking closed behind you, with the noise moving in waves around you, let you know you were going nowhere. Neither that day nor in life.” … More 58 Weekend at Baird Street

It’s Time

“It’s time!” declared the sign on the door outside the room. It wasn’t a large room. Around 5m by 5m (that’s 15’ x 15’ in old money), with grey walls and that one door in the centre of the rear wall. Sitting about a metre away from one of those walls, at right angles to … More It’s Time