Screwed
During a short spell at HMP (for ecstacy) and being a committed (pun!) Hardcore Raver I slipped into the following routine. Every Friday night there would be a dance music mix on radio 1 which lasted an hour or so until Westwood would come on and ruin it (I couldn't get any better music channels as I was in the middle of nowhere). To celebrate the weekend, get a mild arenaline rush and to keep fit in the confined space I used to have some extremely strong, sugary coffee, do a quick workout - pressups, squats, bench presses with the bed, chin ups on the ledge above the window, and dance like a loon to the latest hi energy dance tune (it was '95) to my reflection in the window. Having worked in a strip club (not as a stripper) I may have picked up some somewhat dodgy moves. Anyway - I am absolutely flying when my focus shifts from my reflection and I noticed a senior screw (prison officer) looking in from the other side of the window (I was on the ground floor). When our eyes made contact a look passed between us that said "Let us never speak of this again" and he continued his rounds. I think he was more embarrased than me and I got no trouble off the screws thereafter. I was able to get away with murder (not literally).

The other voyeur memory from this period apart for acquiring a hefty porn habit is gazing out through the bars on a balmy Spring evening watching rabbits fuck like ... on the other side of the fence. Probably payback for all the times I shagged my lady in full view of my sister's caged bunny. Isn't it ironic .. don't you think?

_{And no - I am not gay and never got bummed!}
(jmaxi returned again on, Wed 17 Oct 2007, 15:29, 1 reply)

i know the feeling
having done a stint at a few H.M.P'S in my youth i think the myth of getting bummed in prison is an american thing, but i do remember looking out me bars and seeing some cattle getting jiggy,
( Trollman, Wed 17 Oct 2007, 16:50, closed)