Then she told me she was going to Bedlam, the old insane asylum in London.
From wiki:
The word bedlam, meaning uproar and confusion, is derived from its name. Although the hospital is now at the forefront of humane psychiatric treatment, for much of its history it was notorious for cruelty and inhumane treatment – the epitome of what the term "madhouse" connotes to the modern reader.
I was excited that she got to go to places I'd only read about. I don't know what I was thinking as it's not like it used to be in Victorian times, and I'm sure there's no gift shop where Katie could buy me a 'I'm crazy about Bedlam' t-shirt.
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I've only been to Broadmoor. Although I have been inside Dartmoor prison and down the London sewers, if that helps.
Scary! It gives me the shivers just driving past the place (it's near where I live)... the "big old house" on the hill...
The staff in the unit I'm based at do have I <3 Bedlam mugs, actually. We always find it amusing. I'm starting to hate the place, though. 12 weeks is too long.
Katie, steal me one of them Bedlam mugs. Oh and some psycho-tropic drugs too. :)
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