Glass Houses: an exploration of violence and abuse by Ian Murray
Nineteen seventy one was drawing to a close and I was entering my sixth month as a student nurse. The months since July had begun to shape and mature me. I recall clearly and fondly my maturing but in many respects my adolescence still predominated. The arrival of the next student nurse intake, fresh and breathless from school and full of wonder provided me with the perfect opportunity to show how wise I was in the best schoolboy tradition. It was time to show the new boys the ropes.