Discussion
alorotom said:
We have a store in a safe in an off limits area of the house of tramadol and methadone that the MIL is prescribed for her back pain relief ... it is shocking how readily it’s dished out on repeat rx and then little question by the pharmacy on dispense
Never used any myself but we weren’t comfortable having it just in a cupboard in the main body of the house
You have an off limits area of your house? I do regret the demise of the cringe thread. Never used any myself but we weren’t comfortable having it just in a cupboard in the main body of the house
TVR Moneypit said:
Benni said:
Thanks TVRMP for the open statements and sharing his "inside" experience, interesting thread.
But as this is PH the main question at the moment is : Did you manage to get the cars fixed ?
No. I lost them all. But as this is PH the main question at the moment is : Did you manage to get the cars fixed ?
Just metal, wood, leather and rubber. The slate is clean, the garage is empty, and I’m ready for my next project, assuming everything goes to plan.
I may no longer be a number, now that I’m a free man, but I do have assperations to be No; 6.
TVR Moneypit said:
No. I lost them all.
Just metal, wood, leather and rubber. The slate is clean, the garage is empty, and I’m ready for my next project, assuming everything goes to plan.
I may no longer be a number, now that I’m a free man, but I do have assperations to be No; 6.
Sorry, I think that there was a misunderstanding going on.Just metal, wood, leather and rubber. The slate is clean, the garage is empty, and I’m ready for my next project, assuming everything goes to plan.
I may no longer be a number, now that I’m a free man, but I do have assperations to be No; 6.
I did not mean if you could keep your cars from 6 years ago,
but you were writing on Sunday about your wife car´s autobox and your own car also being a non-runner,
could you get these ones back on the street ? I think they are needed for getting to work ?
CNN was covering the Opioid abuse earlier on thats rife in the USA. TBH not surprised as even post surgery for my shoulder, everyone just said take pain killers (naproxen, various types of codeine) to get over the pain.
Anyway, my question is;
In the 6 years you was away, had the UK changed that much to you?
Anyway, my question is;
In the 6 years you was away, had the UK changed that much to you?
TVR Moneypit said:
HMP Nottingham part 2,
After 13 days on the induction wing, I moved onto one of the main wings, B Wing.
And who should be the first prisoner that I see on there, but some great big lump I came to know as 'Hightower'. About 6 1/2ft tall, built like an outside brick toilet, and stood there on the landing, staring, nay scowling at me. "Great. He must be viewing my virgin ass as fresh meat" was the immediate thought that raced through my mind.
As it turns out, High tower was a nice guy, used to pop round to mine for a cup of tea and a chat quite often. He might have been straight out of the ghettos of Kingston, but he was bright as a button.
If Hightower was the giant of the wing, then there arriving shortly after me was a mere slip of a man. Some Vietnamese fella, about 4'10" weighing maybe 40kg and looking about 12 years old.
The first time I ever saw this little Vietnamese fella was one lunchtime when he walked right up to Hightower in the dinner que and started shouting "f
k you, fk you", whilst dancing around Hightower, punching his arms. Everyone in the dinner que fell silent, including the screws as we all braced for the inevitable.
However, the inevitable didn't happen. After being told to fk himself and been punched repeatedly, Hightower picked up the little Vietnamese fella under his right arm and carried him through the servary like a rolled up rug, then plonked him down in the middle of 'his' table with them rest of his Carabien mates. From that point on the little Vietnamese fella didn't get an crap off of anyone else.
More tomorrow, as I really struggling to keep my eyes open tonight.
What started this then? And at least the guy could take a beating.After 13 days on the induction wing, I moved onto one of the main wings, B Wing.
And who should be the first prisoner that I see on there, but some great big lump I came to know as 'Hightower'. About 6 1/2ft tall, built like an outside brick toilet, and stood there on the landing, staring, nay scowling at me. "Great. He must be viewing my virgin ass as fresh meat" was the immediate thought that raced through my mind.
As it turns out, High tower was a nice guy, used to pop round to mine for a cup of tea and a chat quite often. He might have been straight out of the ghettos of Kingston, but he was bright as a button.
If Hightower was the giant of the wing, then there arriving shortly after me was a mere slip of a man. Some Vietnamese fella, about 4'10" weighing maybe 40kg and looking about 12 years old.
The first time I ever saw this little Vietnamese fella was one lunchtime when he walked right up to Hightower in the dinner que and started shouting "f
k you, fk you", whilst dancing around Hightower, punching his arms. Everyone in the dinner que fell silent, including the screws as we all braced for the inevitable.However, the inevitable didn't happen. After being told to f
k himself and been punched repeatedly, Hightower picked up the little Vietnamese fella under his right arm and carried him through the servary like a rolled up rug, then plonked him down in the middle of 'his' table with them rest of his Carabien mates. From that point on the little Vietnamese fella didn't get an crap off of anyone else.More tomorrow, as I really struggling to keep my eyes open tonight.
AndStilliRise said:
TVR Moneypit said:
HMP Nottingham part 2,
After 13 days on the induction wing, I moved onto one of the main wings, B Wing.
And who should be the first prisoner that I see on there, but some great big lump I came to know as 'Hightower'. About 6 1/2ft tall, built like an outside brick toilet, and stood there on the landing, staring, nay scowling at me. "Great. He must be viewing my virgin ass as fresh meat" was the immediate thought that raced through my mind.
As it turns out, High tower was a nice guy, used to pop round to mine for a cup of tea and a chat quite often. He might have been straight out of the ghettos of Kingston, but he was bright as a button.
If Hightower was the giant of the wing, then there arriving shortly after me was a mere slip of a man. Some Vietnamese fella, about 4'10" weighing maybe 40kg and looking about 12 years old.
The first time I ever saw this little Vietnamese fella was one lunchtime when he walked right up to Hightower in the dinner que and started shouting "fk you, fk you", whilst dancing around Hightower, punching his arms. Everyone in the dinner que fell silent, including the screws as we all braced for the inevitable.
However, the inevitable didn't happen. After being told to fk himself and been punched repeatedly, Hightower picked up the little Vietnamese fella under his right arm and carried him through the servary like a rolled up rug, then plonked him down in the middle of 'his' table with them rest of his Carabien mates. From that point on the little Vietnamese fella didn't get an crap off of anyone else.
More tomorrow, as I really struggling to keep my eyes open tonight.
What started this then? And at least the guy could take a beating.After 13 days on the induction wing, I moved onto one of the main wings, B Wing.
And who should be the first prisoner that I see on there, but some great big lump I came to know as 'Hightower'. About 6 1/2ft tall, built like an outside brick toilet, and stood there on the landing, staring, nay scowling at me. "Great. He must be viewing my virgin ass as fresh meat" was the immediate thought that raced through my mind.
As it turns out, High tower was a nice guy, used to pop round to mine for a cup of tea and a chat quite often. He might have been straight out of the ghettos of Kingston, but he was bright as a button.
If Hightower was the giant of the wing, then there arriving shortly after me was a mere slip of a man. Some Vietnamese fella, about 4'10" weighing maybe 40kg and looking about 12 years old.
The first time I ever saw this little Vietnamese fella was one lunchtime when he walked right up to Hightower in the dinner que and started shouting "f
k you, fk you", whilst dancing around Hightower, punching his arms. Everyone in the dinner que fell silent, including the screws as we all braced for the inevitable.However, the inevitable didn't happen. After being told to f
k himself and been punched repeatedly, Hightower picked up the little Vietnamese fella under his right arm and carried him through the servary like a rolled up rug, then plonked him down in the middle of 'his' table with them rest of his Carabien mates. From that point on the little Vietnamese fella didn't get an crap off of anyone else.More tomorrow, as I really struggling to keep my eyes open tonight.
sc0tt said:
Interesting fact, gordons brother is a total down and outer.
Funny that, someone recently mentioned that nugget on the tenuous celebrity link thread, having met him. TVR. What are your 'survival' tips for someone finding themselves doing clinky, and what are you most please to have back in your life - however random - now you're out?
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