An Autobiography on life's little ups and downs
“Clang, the heavy metal door slammed-to behind me, the sound reverberating around the small room I had just been gently but expertly manhandled into. A large bunch of keys rattled as they turned the leaver in the lock sending cold shivers down my spine. “Steady on Alf”, I though, it must be a nightmare. Take a deep breath. Shut your eyes and open them again. No,this really is a prison cell. But it can’t be, and yet this room is about six foot by seven foot, with a toilet pan in a small alcove minus a door, unlike the door behind me, solid steel with heavy hinges. In the middle of the door a small oval shaped spy-hole a large sliding hatch for passing small objects through, making sure the door closed at all times. Alongside one wall a hard wooden slatted bench with just a solitary pillow at one end. A single naked light bulb shone from the ceiling, the wall covered with graffiti. At least the will give me something to read later”.
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