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<feed xml:lang="en-us" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Simon Willison's Weblog: prison</title><link href="http://simonwillison.net/" rel="alternate"/><link href="http://simonwillison.net/tags/prison.atom" rel="self"/><id>http://simonwillison.net/</id><updated>2017-10-05T13:49:14+00:00</updated><author><name>Simon Willison</name></author><entry><title>Quoting Carl Cattermole</title><link href="https://simonwillison.net/2017/Oct/5/prison/#atom-tag" rel="alternate"/><published>2017-10-05T13:49:14+00:00</published><updated>2017-10-05T13:49:14+00:00</updated><id>https://simonwillison.net/2017/Oct/5/prison/#atom-tag</id><summary type="html">
    &lt;blockquote cite="http://prisonism.co.uk"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learning a language behind bars is a good way to meet foreign nationals
and hear interesting stories about their lives back home and how they ended up doing porridge. I learnt a bit of Spanish with a 70 year-old Columbian grandfather who’d hit hard times and tried to bring a suitcase full of cocaine through Heathrow. He didn’t speak a word of English before jail and had learnt it all from the Cockney geezers on the wing. As a result he didn’t understand basic outside world vocabulary such as ‘traffic cone’ or ‘coat hanger’, but he did talk about ‘avin a bubble with his china plates’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p class="cite"&gt;&amp;mdash; &lt;a href="http://prisonism.co.uk"&gt;Carl Cattermole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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