I was awoken this morning with a bowl of gruel, it was a bit cold, "add ten magenta" I told the jailer, he ignored me and caringly hit me on the head with a tuning fork, "F" I said, Eff your self, he replied, just wait to see the torture we have for you!

It was worse than I thought, Leadfingers had defected and I had to endure three hours of RAF jokes and banjo playing, eventually I was allowed to return to my cell, I was dertermined to escape and after a few hours hard digging, I was free of that stinking cell 26..........
I am writing this from stinking cell 27.............

Wassail Chris