2019 – 59 – furniture
Keeping up the rich seam of my stupidity…
The furniture in the prison cells I have lived in has caused me so many injuries over the years. Firstly, the metal beds: every few weeks I end up stubbing my toes on one of the legs. I’m so used to it now that I don’t even yelp in pain any more. There’s also the big, heavy metal door. You catch your fingers in that and you risk breaking them or even losing the tips. Even the sharp edges of the bolt can catch and cut your fingers.
The worst, though, are the wall cabinets. I have cracked my head so many times on the corners that my…my… what’s it called… oh, yeh, my memory is beginning to fail. It happened again a few days ago – the blow made me see stars and cut the back of my head.
There was a recent article in Inside Time (national prison newspaper) about a student project at London’s Central Saint Martins to create flexible furniture for prisons. There were some interesting ideas but I saw no under-bed storage – that’s what’s needed, then we could remove the wall cabinets and floor cabinets which take up so much space in an already tiny cell. In fact, you could double the storage if it was moved under beds. This would free up the storage if it was moved under the beds. This would free up the floor space so guys could exercise, do yoga, have a coffee morning with Toblerone cake(!)
Graham Coutts, 16th October 2019