Prison
Sometimes in life you just get a hankering to do some good. In 2003 I decided to become a prison officer at Feltham Young Offenders. The advert said I would be helping to rehabilitate young men aged between 17 and 21. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. After completing written and role play tests and an interview I was in, and began a twelve week training programme. It went well apart from one day. In a pretend senario I had to enter a room where an officer was supposedly unconcious, his keys missing and the prisoners gone. I radioed it in, but I then saw someone skulking in a cupboard. I was quick off the mark, kicking the door open, and shouted, “Show yourself. Now!” A female officer with a clipboard in one hand and holding her nose with the other hand appeared. My radio crackled and the test examiner said. “Mr Robinson, she’s an observer!”
There isn’t much I can say about the next twelve months, it was a prison. I had a great rapport with the inmates and got some good results. There was a fancy dress graduation ball, I refrained from picking anyone up and carrying them out though.😂
BUT… There was a lot of stuff happened. Lets just say I wasn’t happy with some people’s behaviour which made it increasingly difficult to do my job. I became frustrated with some superiors and other officers. I found out later, some had been sacked. Now prison inmates at that age are not very clever, lets face it if they were, they wouldn’t be there. I remember two in particular. They had robbed a Marks & Spencer payroll office, thrown their masks, shotguns, and loot into the boot of the getaway car and were homefree. Half a mile away a police car came up behind them and pulled them over. They were baffled, it had only been 5 mins since the robbery, but they stopped the car and ran. The police caught them, returned them to the car and opened the boot. They were arrested on the spot. Does that make them dumb? Certainly the getaway driver was, the reason they were stopped is because he forgot to put the car lights on. 😂
One day I was chatting to those two lads and they asked me what I did before. I told them I was a site carpenter and when they asked what I built? I said mainly hospitals and schools (it was the Tony Blair years) They replied. “Building hospitals and schools is more important than this, Guv. You’re wasting your skills babysitting us. We’ll never change.” That was the beginning of the end. At the time I had a new senior officer and we had been doing a lot of good work, but he was replaced by another chap. A martial arts expert and he undid everything we’d achieved. The governors weren’t really interested and after a long chat with my wife and my old boss. I went back to building hospitals and schools. It was 2004. Times were booming, including me there were foremen with a construction site each and thirty five carpenters working for us. I’d found my place at last. What could possibly go wrong?
Happy Trails, Folks x
