Sunday, March 12, 2006

Old Lags

This afternoon I was in the prison's trophy room, clearing out some old cupboards for the Governor's secretary. They keep all the memorabilia from bygone years down there, stretching back to the Victorian times. Here for example, is a faded photo of some of the runners in the 1863 Annual Inter-Wing Cross Country Finals. The fellow with the white beard looks as though he's on his last legs.
On the back of the picture, you can still see some of their names, the beautiful handwriting almost completely erased by time. From left to right, the first two names are illegible, but the fourth man's name was William Cooper and the man beside him, with the mustache, is recorded here as George. T. Hutton.


Blogger Hellpig said...

Interesting Blob Mate,keep up the good fight,hope you get out to a somewhat normal UK.

9:06 PM  
Blogger Hellpig said...

BLOG- not Blob

9:07 PM  
Anonymous Rastaman said...

Great site and great humor. I put a link to it on About Johnny Cash.... well yeah, considering he was a cleaned up junkie and ex-con, he would have a feeling for what it's like in the joint and an understanding of peoples heads. You can't expect Sinead or the rest of them to give a good wipe, tho. They haven't been there.

4:25 AM  
Blogger Earl Jackson said...

Good point, Rastaman. The stars of today are lightweights compared to figures such as Cash.

12:08 PM  
Anonymous Steve said...

So are you giving Rastaman a link then?

3:29 PM  
Blogger Earl Jackson said...

Rastaman already has a nice home (and a link) to your blog, Steve. He feels more at home there, I guess.

5:28 PM  
Anonymous Rastaman said...

Uh huh. Too radical for you. Paranoia strikes deep.

2:45 AM  
Blogger Aunty Marianne said...

Um... the Inter-Wing Cross Country Finals.

Did they ever catch the winner?

11:04 AM  
Blogger Earl Jackson said...

In the end it was a run-off.

11:42 AM  

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