Good Morning everyone.
I've still not been let out. I think knobster may be right - JoggerJayne might never come back :-((
So another night on the cold stone floor with only my stock of wine for company. Thank goodness for screw caps. After two nights here, I felt I had to change my undies, so now I'm wearing knobster's old G string. Next time I need a change, I'll have to scrounge a pair off one of the guards. Luckily, one of the guards here is reputed to wear ladies underwear.
I was hoping to watch The Travel Channel last night, but the other inmates voted for Fawlty Towers, all night (except Lungy, who kept wanting to watch repeats of Casualty). On the bright side, since they never watch anything other than UK Gold, I've taken the batteries out of the telly changer in case Mr Buzzy Rabbit needs them.
There are three other girls in the cell opposite. One of them has been amusing us all with her Dawn French impression ...
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The tall one looks like Will Self, but without the humour.
The one who worries me is the one who looks like Wayne Rooney. Her forearms are the size of my thighs. I'm trying to avoid using the showers at the same time as those three.
I've been practising with Ice.Maiden's whips. One of the guards has been letting me thwack cigarettes which he has held in his mouth. My first few goes were not very accurate, and the other guards now call him "Scarface", which is a bit cruel.
Well, breakfast calls. I slipped a note out under my door asking for smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, with a skinny latte. But the guards pushed it back. They'd crossed it out and written "porridge, like everyone else", so my hopes are not high.
J x