Brilliant thread Tosh.
I'm writing this from Horfield Prison.
February 1941
In court I told the beak I'd do coal mining, the merchant navy, ambulance driving, or collecting the wounded in no-man's land or with my ladder experience I'd be good on the fire engines. He said I don't want "conchies" like you dragging down morale so it's off to prison for you.
Anyway I got tarred and feathered while out tarmacadaming a farm track on the chain gang yesterday so I'm in a lot of pain and feeling pretty miserable really. Still at least I haven't been thrown to the lions or nailed up on a pole or cross!
My parents have disowned me and told me not to darken their doorstep again and my window cleaning round has been taken over by the local spiv.

Had a nice chat with a Quaker this evening while slopping out but that got cut short by an air raid. Fortunately those Dorniers don't carry too many bombs and we got off lightly.
Will write soon.
Bye for now.