It's a different one, but man he was funny. We had all sorts of interesting characters roaming around the grounds - staff included. 

Tory Celt???????????

Danebury Avenue in leafy Roehampton is another place I don't care to live in again. On one side of the road you had million pound others- on the other side the housing estate that I got to call home for 2 years. Impossible to get a take away delivery- too many drivers had been stabbed. All the local shops had a stout plastic barrier separating the customer from the cashier. Was mugged four times in the first year 555

Teach him some proper SAS srances and looks Tony will ya?

We can't have a Mango wanderimg arlund gettimg treated like this.

Oh by the way....are you the same Tony from 3B who told the teachers I had killed the class gerbil?

If you are I'll see you behind the bike sheds at 3 you bastid.

             The first job I ever had was in a mental asylum. When I was about 16, still at school I managed to get a job during school holidays working in the bakery of a hospital near where I lived in Barnet, in those days Hertfordshire now part of Greater London. It was called Friern Hospital and it was huge. Thousands of patients and staff.
             Its original name was Colney Hatch and was constructed in the 1850's. Dickens mentioned it in his books. Even in my day kids would insult each other by saying 'You're mad, you should be in the Hatch'. The corridors were over half a mile long, there were 13 of them. We were allowed to go anywhere except corridor 13, that's where the violent inmates and padded cells were kept.
            The experience certainly opened my eyes. Several of the patients worked in the bakery. There was a Spanish bloke called Jose who was mute. Never spoke a single word in the years I worked there. Then there was a German we called Fritz who used to stand outside whatever the weather shouting at the top of his voice. I often wondered what he was yelling about. Another elderly man whose name I forget was a really nice kind gentleman except he was a schizophrenic and would have the occasional mood change when he could get really nasty. Fortunately the bloke in charge of the bakery knew him well and could spot the changes coming and he would be taken away by the men in white coats (literally) for a few days.
               Yes certainly an experience for a nieve young man. One thing it did teach me was to have empathy for people with mental problems which remains with me to this day. Mental illness is just that, another illness and shouldn't be mocked or feared.

Please excuse me, but this isn't the 'walting' thread 

To get Jamesons one needs money and so far I have:
Asked for money
Begged For money
Cried for money
Danced for money

One day I will work for money but I'm doing it all in alphabetical order and I have only reached 'D' at the moment.