At first I thought the inmates had finally taken over the nut house when normally serene editorial types were shouting, "#@$%&* ...," "I crashed!" or "I didn't save it!" Naturally, I bragged that my blue Royal never lost a word--and never, ever crashed (except when a computer geek "accidentally" pushed it off my desk).
The result, complete three years ago, is 55, High Street, alternatively and quaintly known as 'The Nut House' on account of a recycled name-plaque depicting an acorn that took the fancy of the current owners.
He said: "Franklin is the prison service's nut house. It is full of mass murderers and cells are like a scene from Silence of the Lambs, with Shipman as Hannibal Lecter.