In the Beginning – This all started back in 1981 when I was seventeen, at school, and with my application for a job as a clerical assistant in the DHSS (Department of Health and Social Security) in Bedford.
It was my ambition to be a police officer, but I was still seventeen years old and too young to apply. My exam results from school were not particularly good, although I had achieved three “O Levels” including English. A job search took place throughout the summer when I applied for a clerical assistant job in the DHSS in Bedford.
I was invited to an interview. This took me by surprise as I had had very little luck with other applications. On the morning of the interview I was obviously feeling nervous. After a good wash and brush up, attired in a three-piece pinstriped suit, and carrying a copy of the Daily Telegraph, I arrived at the DHSS building. After signing in I was shown where to wait. I was not alone. There were numerous other candidates sitting and waiting for their interviews. As you do, I sat there eyeing up the competition. Male, female, all generally of the same age and all dressed smartly. I sat there waiting, feeling nervous and apprehensive, and glanced through the front and back pages headlines of The Telegraph. Eventually my name was called.
From what I can remember the interview passed without any major incident. I was directed to a chair in front of a table behind which sat three interviewers. The usual questions of Why had I applied? What did I have to offer? What are my ambitions? What was my background? What are my interests? were asked. I think I answered and performed well. I felt confident. Finally, I was dismissed, and I came home. As it was September and I had no employment I returned to school for another year in the sixth form to re take my failed exams.
One day on returning home from school I was told by my mother that someone from HM Prison Bedford had telephoned and wanted me to go for an interview for a job in the prison. It had been explained that I had been picked out of the DHSS interviews for this task. I was shocked and dumb founded. Why would the prison want me? It was totally unexpected and I had never thought of working within a prison. Never the less another interview was pending, and I had to report to the main gate at HMP Bedford. This was very daunting.
Another wash and brush up and on goes the three-piece pin striped suit again. I arrived at the prison and knocked on the gate as instructed. An officer opened the small door in the old large wood gate and after giving my name and showing my identification and the reason for attending I was allowed in and was instructed to report in the gate office. I gave my name and identification again and I was signed in and told to wait.
It was like stepping back in time. HMP Bedford is an old Victorian prison and it felt that it had not change much since it had been built in 1801. The gate was busy. Officers and vehicles were coming in and out. There was a lot of noise as the gates were opened and closed. It was dark and dingy in the gate area. The clanking of locks, bolts, and the jingling of keys was quite deafening. On top of this staff were shouting instructions at each other. The waiting area was a dark small room within the gate. My nerves were playing up. I remember my hands were shaking. What was I doing here?
After a while I was escorted to an office in the main building. This was where the Head of Administration worked. Introductions were made and I was offered a seat. He was accompanied by a mature lady. I was introduced to her as the office manager (Executive Officer) and pleasantries were exchanged. It felt relaxed and a little informal. I found this a little odd as I expected another formal interview board like the one in the DHSS. He explained why I had been invited and said that I had impressed the board on the initial interview. He provided a brief outline of the job involved – it was still a clerical assistant role (filing, photocopying, post clerk, general office duties) and the conversation went on for quite a while. I started to feel a little reassured, although it was still daunting thinking about working in a prison. He took me for a quick look up to the office where I would be working and there were some brief introductions to the staff present. The office was titled “Discipline Office”.
We went back to the Head of Administration office where he offered me the job, which I accepted. There was some form filling to carry out and I was informed a formal offer will be sent in the post. Next was to arrange a start date. This took me by surprise. It was to be in a couple of weeks – Wednesday 21st October 1981. I agreed.
The next two weeks were pretty much uneventful other than attending school and boasting about my new job in the prison. I finished school on Tuesday 20th October 1981 ready to start my new job. Little did I know then that I would still be in the service thirty-three years later.
Day One – I was nervous, and I was anxious. I was seventeen, literally just finished school, and was about to start work in a prison. I arrived at my new workplace at nine o’clock in my pin striped suit and went through a few checks and presenting identification and walking through the gate again. I was met by one of the staff from the office and escorted up to the Discipline Office where I would be based. The first day memory is a blur. So much information and form filling (including the Official Secrets Act). Keeping in mind all the time to be polite, respectful, ask questions if in doubt, and try to remember what I have been told. I was introduced to my mentor – Helena – and was informed that she will be showing me everything I need to know about my job. It was a busy office. All the prisoner records were kept there along with mountains of other documentation. Diaries for court appearance, worksheets to calculate sentences and date of release, numerous forms for requesting and obtaining information. I had a brief introduction to the Chief Officers Clerk, a prison officer who liaised between the office and the operational side of the prison (the Chief Officer, reception, residential wings, et al). There was a very brief explanation of the processes involved with prisoners arriving in reception and going out to courts and release. It became clear to me that this “Discipline Office” was the hub of prisoner information. I found out about nominal index cards, warrants for custody from the court, F2050 (prisoner record), and numerous other forms including a Form 46 to request prisoners’ previous convictions from the police. There was so much to take on board, but it was only day one and I was reassured that I was not expected to remember everything. The other staff in the office were a very pleasant and friendly
I came home feeling somewhat worn out. There had been a lot of information to take on board but there was a feeling of excitement in me. This was my first proper job and I was looking forward to returning to work the following day.
The office was busy, so much going on all the time. There were escorted tours of the rest of the prison and getting to meet other staff including the officers. I was introduced to Governors, Chief Officer, Principal Officers, and many others ranks and grades. It soon became apparent how friendly everyone seemed to be. Everyone appeared to work well together, no matter where they worked in the prison. There was a friendly and welcoming, and at times a jovial environment. Even the few prisoners I met seemed good natured.
There was a Red Band (trustee) prisoner who used to provide hot drinks for the staff. This I found strange, but it was how the things worked at the time. We would order sandwiches from the staff mess and these would be delivered to the office.
In the early days my favourite sandwich was known as a “Space Special”. Sausage, fried egg, brown sauce, on brown bread. I had one of these almost daily mid mornings. After time I earned the name “Spacey” as my lunchtimes involved visiting the local pub, having a pie and a pint, and playing on the space invader games. This was to become a regular occurrence. The name “Space Special” was generated by my colleagues and it was a regular request from the staff mess.
After some time, I found my feet and started to get to know my tasks and the expectations of my job. It was generally routine with filing, retrieving documents and files, form filling, sorting and franking the outgoing post. The office was lively and good natured. Everything seemed to be going well until one day when I was summoned to the Head of Administration office………
To be continued……..