Murder and Prison

[Mabeanie1]

Did you notice that any photos from the 60's never showed his ankles where the electronic tag was placed......

Don't think electronic tags had been invented then so it's probably the shackles and chains they're trying to hide.

W

[jazzmanchgo]

Heh -- it's a little-off topic, but have you seen that photo of Leonard on a park bench, bending over as if he's going to polish his shoe (it was in the program for the I'm Your Man tour)?

He's wearing a very dapper pinstriped suit, and around his wrist is a band that looks for all the world like the kind they put on you when you're in the hospital. I've always wondered what that was. (On the other hand, it's also what backsage / onstage wristbands can look like, so maybe that's the explanation . . .)

[Vicomte]

Did you notice that any photos from the 60's never showed his ankles where the electronic tag was placed......

Don't think electronic tags had been invented then so it's probably the shackles and chains they're trying to hide.

W

You're mixing up Bruce with Leonard, nice one.

[hydriot]

I don't know what all the fuss is about. Leonard has always been perfectly open about his time in prison. His prison diary, published in 1969, details vividly his frustration at the time it took him to break in, and his relief at finding (eventually) that there was indeed a place for him in that over-crowded institution. He complained how the bright cheerful colours there gave him food-poisoning. But he admired his fellow-inmates who were courageous youths fond of races organised by a mercenary. He invited all those to whom he was loyal to come and see him at visiting-time, even if the heat in that place was oppressive.

He freely confessed to having been a royalist revolutionary. But what most upset him was losing his voice while working in the prison mortuary. Perhaps it was bitterness at this loss that caused him to be so unreasonably critical of his visitors' inability to articulate their words clearly. Indeed, he was so dissatisfied with the architecture of the prison (which he himself had designed) that he gave instructions that the building be pulled down (but, he stipulated, only after a really good night's rest).

The friends that he most wanted to visit him he was aware were suffering from a lack of electricity, or were hopeless at keeping appointments, or were monarchs motivated by the need to placate very young journalists. He pointed out to them that severe inflation had made it impossible for even the poor to carry so many coins, and that these days amputees could not expect their prosthetic limbs to be made of anything more enduring than clay.

But presumably it was the conviction that this clay could at least be fired into some useful pottery that was the reason he repeatedly invited his one-handed lovers (to whom he was always faithful) to venture into the furnace.

[imaginary friend]

ha-ha!

Nice one Hydriot!

[holydove]

Brilliant & hilarious, Hydriot - thank you!

You only forgot one little thing: before they tore down the prison, they had to search the place thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned - presumably so as not to leave behind any dead bodies that they may have neglected to carry out of the building, or perhaps as one last attempt to find Mr. Cohen's lost voice.

[John Etherington]

It wasn't Leonard's fault...she comitted suicide at the bottom of an elevator shaft!