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Not far from where I live (and vote) is Holloway Prison. In fact a friend who lives in sight of the building, and has been in the area for far longer than I, remembers the old women’s prison before modernisations gave it double glazing, and recalls being able to hear the prisoners as they bid each other ‘Goodnight Vi’ and ‘Goodnight Elsie’, calling from one end of the prison to the other. I suppose the names (despite being newly posh) date this memory to somewhere pre-70s, when mature women still went around lumbered with ugly names and uglier hairdos.