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Subject: Re: Portland borstall Author: Paul [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:16:21 12/10/16 Sat In reply to: Ian peters 's message, "Portland borstall" on 12:25:14 01/21/15 Wed >Easy days good times last of the borstall boys 1982 Yeah I arrived there in 1983 as the 1st of the youth custody change. No changes from borstal except the screws had a uniform and we had an EDR . Ended up as Rodney house orderly, easy routine, sort out kits, serve the food make tea for the screws and play pool with screws at lunchtime when the house was on bang-up. Mr stone was a nice old boy,until he hit me with a broom handle for not picking up the dirt I'd swept into a pile by the stairs. The SO was usually Mr brown , a nice bloke who drank weak black tea. His brother was also a screw in Rodney. There was mr Pratt ,who used to play golf and his be-spoke number 1 wood fell apart. And fat Mr blewitt from Worcester,nice bloke. It would all been ok if my girlfriend hadn't done my head in while I was there,but that's another story. Started off in the laundry though, what a mind numbing job,running shirts through the press-dryer and folding them into piles. But Haslar DC was worse, in the loom shop weaving prison bedspreads on a hand loom,torture until I got into the kitchen. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]