Dear, Simon Cornwell, if that's your name or the website, I am not entirely sure...
Attached to this is the actual answers from a 'vandal' as you so abruptly put it answering the questions to your rather poor assumptions, if you'd like to take your time in reading your mistakes then reading the actual account, I'd be much appreciated.
Oh and one more thing...
The prison is MINE!
The security hut within the compound was devoid of life. We expected to find the interior totally destroyed, but it was intact and the electricity was still on. Vandals were probably deterred by the vile smell emanating from various rooms, but we weren't deterred. (I sometimes which I could recreate the smell of the locations I visit; you get used to stink after a while).
Hm, no, we used this hut as a doss to get away from the boring village life of Aldington. And the vile smell is that of Ricky Burden who pissed in the toilet. Oh and.. It's smashed now alright!!
Looking north-west, we could see across the centre administration buildings towards the white painted dormitory blocks with their individual cells (Hythe, Romney, Healthcare, Rye and Hastings dorms), over the impressive fence and on to the officer's quarters beyond (now all private housing).
Yes, one of which happens to be my house.
A lone Monopoly board had made its way from the Assocation rooms to the south, no doubt brought there by vandals. Its inclusion here was oddly startling.
Good observation. And yes, we did bring it there, but it was there with dominoes aswell, if you had noticed and rocks and mud.. By the Boxers/Socks drawers is actually my pile of mud and rocks. We had fun there, throwing rocks at eachother and whatnot... Great times...
Unfortunately someone had punched the governor square in the face, blasting his visage, and oddly extending his mouth. Whilst deplorable, I wonder if a prisoner did it, as a two fingers up to the prison and its governor. It was odd that the damage was limited to this one person, suggesting it was motivated as a personal attack. If so, it's a bold visualisation of the frustration, anger, resentment and hatred of some of the incarcerated against the administrative staff.
... Actually no, he wasn't punched in the face, he was smashed in by my friend's foot, as a bit of fun, and as he was the one that was some what impersonating jesus, my friend saw him as the easiest target. And it was funny, and then he hit it with a metal pole.
Someone had thrown two halves of a child's bike into the wire and it was now enmeshed in the barbs. Such was the brutality of this fence that it suggested the bike was originally complete when thrown up there; but the barbed wire had cruelly ripped it apart.
Again, your thesis is flawed.. That bike belonged to my friends little brother and we smashed it up with a car then threw it up there.
All that remained in Aldington's chapel was a smashed TV.
We smoked a joint there then smashed the TV (which came from the Watchers Hut), and I cut my hand on the window to the left of it, rather deeply...
Thankyou for your time in reading this entertainment supplement. Good-day!
`rino.