The Therapy Zone
The Prisoner, I was twelve
when I first watched the series, and I’ve been a fan, or obsessive ever since.
Not that I’m on my own in that regard, as there are many, many like me to be
found. Although I am aware of some who have managed to break through the
conditioning, and turned away from the Prisoner. Perhaps having done so, they
are the free men and women, and me and those like me, remain Prisoners of the
Prisoner. Well aren’t we all Prisoners of something or other, so why not of
something we like, enjoy, and share a passion for. After all what harm can it
do? Through the Prisoner, Patrick McGoohan showed us the way, to question, not
to accept things as they are, to protest, and to stand up when something is
being done that is wrong. “Hell, who do you think you are? You can’t do that to
me, I’m going to tell someone about you, and get you stopped!” well something
on those lines. I’ve rebelled, I’ve stood up and voiced my opinion on several
occasions. And I’ve resigned on no fewer than three separate occasions. On one
occasion I ended up in The Village, although that was on a two week holiday.
Well as it happened, I, like Number 6, needed time to think. So I went
somewhere quiet, somewhere different, that was Portmeirion.
On the first occasion I went to the
Village was back in the 1980’s, I remained isolated there, I didn’t leave The
Village for three days. And then on the third day I drove into Porthmadog, and
it seemed too busy, too noisy after the cocoon like atmosphere of The Village,
which I was happy to return to. That in turn made me wonder what it would have
been like for Number 6, to return to the hustle and bustle of London, after
months of isolation in The Village. It’s no wonder Number 6 couldn’t wait to
get back to The Village in ‘Many Happy Returns,’ seeking quiet solitude, and
peace of mind.
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