Jailhouse Rock, Pre-Elvis
Saturday, 10. May 2008, 16:30:31
As you will remember, I loathed my “nice little country bank”. Those tellers were wicked! In this day and age when EVERYBODY knows about *the obvious* they are still giving out lollipops and chocolate. Imagine! And worse – they lick their fingers to separate money when counting it! Just having the knowledge that spit from their vile mouths was on my dollars…well I think it justified lugging about several 2 liter-sized containers of hand sanitizer along with my heaps of dribbled upon capital. That and Prozac. I looked like a drug-dealing airline stewardess with my rolling suitcase everywhere I went. Ok maybe I exaggerate a teensy bit, but still, I saw the likeness of a voodoo doll of me poking out of a strongbox, and who can argue with that? *Yes* Cleverly they disguised the doll in a form suspiciously similar to me –– which now, should make my apprehension apparent to you.
On my way to open a new bank account on a warm Spring day, I decided to stop and snap a photo of this hideous structure for you. In relation to where I live, it is in the “big city” which compared to New York City, would be like taking one squaremile and spreading it out over about 10 square miles. Plus, the people have no audibly colorful accent, which I think makes them sound slightly crabbier. I’m fairly sure they all hate their jobs too.
This castle-like wannabe roots itself to the late 1800s, when it was built as a prison. Yes, *a prison* People, let me ask you something…in theory here…if George Bush (lol) was just convicted, would you prefer to send him to a pretty la-di-da place such as this—OR—something a bit more ominous, say with spikes and razor blades and knives sticking out all over the place, painted a oppressive gray, and having the words “MAXIMUM VOLTAGE OF TASER IS USED ON NON-COMPLIANT PRISONERS” or something of the like all over it? Whatever your answer might be, let me add some more history. This “fashionable” monstrosity began prisons of the like being built randomly along the East Coast of the US in that day – until that is – they realized the amount of prison breaks outweighed the so-called beauty. 
For some reason, they tolerated 40 years of prison breaks – in the name of fashion I suppose – before they “streamlined” their design from rotted floorboards and chipped coarse concrete. After a few more decades of failed attempts and many more prison breaks, they finally admitted the idiocy and turned it into some type of city administration building (a contradiction in terms). LOL, LOL, LOL, and LOL…I can practically hear the city workers’ knuckles dragging as they are going in to work. Such monotony…I think the building has finally achieved prison status. 
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Here in Wales there is a much better example of a fake castle! Castell Coch (Welsh->English=Red Castle)
How are you feeling today little lady?
By pandashavingtorture, # 10. May 2008, 17:46:41
By lesswoodsend, # 11. May 2008, 11:40:58
This prison is to your liking eh girl??
It's mothers day over there eh, hmmmmm this is a good idea, for this day we can say thank you to our mothers and then not show any thanks for the rest of the year!
It saves us time you see!
By pandashavingtorture, # 11. May 2008, 13:57:40
conveniently
By lesswoodsend, # 14. May 2008, 17:14:49
Do I get a kiss now?
By pandashavingtorture, # 14. May 2008, 19:17:47
By lesswoodsend, # 15. May 2008, 00:05:12
By lesswoodsend, # 15. May 2008, 00:29:03
By pandashavingtorture, # 15. May 2008, 11:59:00
By lesswoodsend, # 15. May 2008, 17:24:03
Do I get bitty too?
By pandashavingtorture, # 15. May 2008, 20:17:25