Thursday, August 14, 2008
How unlike the home life...
We brought our children up in a calm, happy household, sheltering them from the realities of life. At least, that was the idea. It worked up to a point.
Conversations with offspring:
1. Son phoned yesterday to say that he’d met his first murderer. A young man came into the hospital because he’d been stabbed, though not badly injured. It turned out that he’d been in a fight which he’d started by stabbing another young man. He objected to being treated before he knew how his victim was doing. They didn’t tell him at that point that the other lad, just 20, had died before reaching hospital.
2. Daughter 2 (whose firm sometimes does prison architecture): Do you know what the principal design consideration is when you’re designing a prison?
Me: Good locks?
Daughter 2: Chips. (ie French fries)
Daughter 2: Yes, prisoners insist on having chips available every day. If the deep fat fryer breaks down, they’re liable to riot. So, to be on the safe side, you have to design a kitchen with two deep fat fryers. Of course, you don’t want dangerous criminals round hot fat. So you do need good locks on the kitchen doors.