Please don't feed the inmates.
The room is quite dark, lit only by a window high up on the wall. In
the middle of the floor is a table - looking closer, a deck of cards is
spread around around a man sitting squat in the table centre. A large
dangles round his neck on a thin silver chain.
Around the walls of the room are five beds, each occupied by a strait
jacketed man slavering wildly and staring fixedly into space.
- In the first bed, a man clutches a
between his teeth as he makes a tuneless din - possibly the 'Dam Busters'
covers the head of the gentleman in the second bed - black lines have been
felt-tipped where perhaps eye slits should be and large patches of dried
tomato ketchup are plainly visible.
- The third bed contains a man wearing a dog collar - studded and
belonging to one 'Acorn smudge.' The lead trails over the side of the bed
as 'Acorn' tries to find an imaginary bone in the mattress using a toy
gripped between his teeth.
- Some sort of painful colonic irrigation is occurring on the fourth bed,
at least that's the only rational explanation for all the water and the
unusual use that a blue plastic
is being put to. The tuna baguette is less easily explain away.
- The final bed contains a spectacled gentleman, continually shouting
and then bouncing on the bed chanting "Puchaka, puchaka"
I'd get back to the
quickly if I where you, madness can be contagious.
Tuesday, 08-Feb-2000 10:47:00 GMT