It is awfully weird the way they put mind bending chemicals in well known brands of tea nowadays. I am sure mine this morning contained at least twelve different hallucinogens and maybe even some milk.! The reason I say this is because my brain has decided to pretend that someone on the news was complaining about conditions that prisoners have to ‘endure’ at Pentonville prison in London. Vermin apparently runs rampant (I was unable to ascertain if that meant the pest problem or the inmates) and there is no respect from warders.

Err, why is that a problem.? You did bad, you go to jail, you suffer. Simple really. If I was the victim of a crime then I wouldnt want the perpetrator to be living in luxury with his feet up, watching Sky and wiping his arse with real toilet paper! I would personally want him hanging by his nipples just above the floor, covered in lard and left alone with a hungry poodle. At the very least they should be in a harshly disciplined society base similar to being in the army, where obedience is expected not rewarded and disobeyed orders mean instant punishment and withdrawal of basic privileges. Give them that tracing paper bog roll that schools always have, you know, the sharp stuff that doesnt wipe it off, just around. Take away their TVs and radios. Give them a basic balanced diet. Nothing special. These people are in there for a good reason! Dont pander to the human rights people (a group of individuals so blatantly stupid they would instantly go totally insane if they were become a victim of a crime and start calling for the return of stocks and hanging, two good things i reckon).

Once you are locked up you should consider yourself as someone without identity until the day you are allowed out. You are not due any respect because you have shown none towards the victim of your crime, be it individual, group or even the state. Why should the prison officers wander around being nice to you and calling you by your name. You should be a number and no more. Your life controlled by other people who tell you when to go to bed, when to eat etc. Take it one step further and you could throw in losing the control of life support systems, so oxygen and sleep deprivation would brain wash the prisoner in to submission, too extreme? Depends on the prisoner and his deeds.

Could you show respect to a child murderer? A few days ago someone was caught allegedly filming kids in the High Street here. He was kicked shitless by several people before police arrived. Now THAT is justice. Swift and brutal. Break someone in that way and they learn. Then let them get locked up and bummed by Big Ernie from C wing and there you go. Prison in action. Stop being soft on them and let them live in squalor and dirty conditions. Let them atone for their crimes.

Moving on to more smiley things, I have been reading a copy of New Scientist from April. Old news it may be but they do a very nice study on love and its scientific implications. It explains how the bond between a new born baby and its mother is more than just psychological, its actually chemical. That is to say that the chemical signature of a new born infant sets off the same reaction within a mothers brain as heroin does (using the neurotransmitter dopamine). The baby to all intents and purposes is an addiction.

Interpersonal love is more difficult to explain. We are all attracted to people who look like ourselves (should I be shacking up with Nicolas Lyndhurst about now).? But underneath physical attraction comes the classic sense of humour, similar personalities and so on. They also touched on stalkers. I have a stalker. It’ll go down in a minute, don’t worry.

I have a new stereo. I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t resist it. Trouble is I now feel really guilty for pushing my old stereo (which is still fabulously lovely) out of the picture. Might keep it to one side and get it repaired, I mean, it has been by my side since I lived in Barnstaple.! I have had it since I was 20, altogether now.. “Awwwwww, soppy fucker”.

And so to tomorrow. Tis Friday. Bar4 at 8pm people.! Get your butts out because it is party time. I want a nice normal weekend where nothing overtly exciting happens just lots of fun and good friends around me (oh, and of course my gorgeous girlfriend, Lemony).

Love ya.!

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