The Locked Ward: A humane and revealing account of life on the frontlines of mental health care.

by Dennis O'Donnell

Accordingly (now, there’s a delighfully quaint adverb to start a sentence with),

Pointless.

We may be talking abstersion of the podex here. Or lack of it. Poorly absterged or otherwise, I was too near that podex for comfort. It was not fragrant. Floribunda it was not.

What?

Gnosticism it most assuredly was gnot.

Not necessary. Seems like forced humour.

But, more than that, we also had with us at the time a transsexual from the Borders. He/she didn’t stay long with us either, but his/her stay was entirely memorable. I’m not sure at precisely which stage of the transition he/she was. No, I’ll stop that. She wanted to be female; she called herself Lola, and she wore female clothes. So it’s ‘she’ and ‘her’.

This guy is so insensitive and feigns insensitivity all the way through this book.