Hello I’ve answered the phone, hesitating because I didn’t recognise the number. “It’s Frank, you alright mate?” As it happens I am, it’s Friday morning, and the sun’s out. “Chris tell me this… why do you…
Chris Parsons’ Blog
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It’s All Been A Bit Of A Misunderstanding
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Scrubbing Out The Past
Diary extract: 8th November 2013 (LandWorks has been up and running for 4 months) Apparently last night in prison, Joe was again doing his peculiar Hitler impersonation. Terrifying I should have thought, moustache, slicked back hair…
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Transforming Nobody
The actual effect of privatised rehabilitation, via Project Manager Chris Parsons’ fortnightly blog.
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There are a couple of things I need to tell you
Hello There are a couple of things I haven’t told you… This time last year, there was a man at LandWorks called Jarvis, he got caught up in a prison incident. As a result, he was…
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Spin Cycle
Fundraising bike rides, living on £4.57 per day, and washing machines… read Project Manager Chris Parsons’ fortnightly blog here.
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This Be The Verse
Hello “They fuck you up, your mum and dad” – Mr Philip Larkin 1971 There are times when I just lie awake. Secretly planning, lining them up, identifying those who I know are culpable of…
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Plenty of fish
Hello This week we have mostly been building…a rectangular open box, with no obvious way out and not a lot to do inside (so basically a jail, in my opinion). It is in fact a new…
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Opposites, or not?
Hello I doubt I will forget that day. The day I mentioned a trainee police officer would be joining us for a week-long placement. Not because of what was said… worse, nothing was said! Just a…
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Hope
LandWorks – Hope for people in prison. Read about the state of the prison service today and how it impacts on us all. Via Chris’ fornightly blog.
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Can You Hear Me?
Hello It’s June 2007 (life before LandWorks), Blair is about to finally leave No.10 and Gareth Jones is released from HMP Channings Wood after a 3-year stretch. Hot, sunny, and day two of his release. Gareth…
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Tits in the box
Hello This morning I found a little note pinned to the gate, informing me that we have blue tits nesting in our leaflet collection box. As I unpinned the note, I could just make out the…
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There’s f#cking criminals out there
Hello We were running. Running fast (I thought) to the market stall at the entrance gate. Frank’s haunting words in my head, “That honesty box is a mistake Chris, there’s f#cking criminals out there” (he should…