Here’s an expression that I’ve heard “tossed around” in recent times more and more Around the open prison type establishment that I work. “The needs of the business” is a phrase that should earn whoever coined it a sound thrashing or maybe even death. Not a very charitable thought this Easter time but I make no apology for that. This is a further erosion in employment terms to an extent which is for me, unsurpassed. Further grist to the mill with regard to a monolithic vote of no confidence in those who are fiddling while this particular “Rome” slides down the figurative lavvy.

In a completely co-incidental turn of events (with it being Easter and all and being synonymous with eggs and all that palaver), it would seem that chickens are coming home to roost. This has been a rough and tumble week and the diry big sharp kitchen implements are out. What can I tell ya? If I hadn’t got The Bambi Molesters "Backstage Pass" dvd from Lada then things could have been a whole lot worse.

So, it’s Good Friday (as opposed to TGI Friday) and at 12.30pm today, it actually went one louder because that’s when I drove outta the penitentiary. If I get hit by a bus this weekend then I won’t have to go back.

See, I am capable of looking on the bright side…