I'm
interested to read that Diggeden was an A stream pupil. It
corroborates my theory that intellect is like nuclear energy. Carefully
harnessed, you get a nuclear power station otherwise you get a nuclear bomb.
Regards, Will.
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When
I worked at Immigration Headquarters, amongst other things, I ran the
deportation section and visited the Main Central Prison regularly. As his
sentence was nearing an end and he was certainly not going to try any more
escapes, Diggeden became a "trusty" and worked in the prison
office. Several times, on visits, it was customary to have tea and Diggeden
would serve all and sundry with their tea (yours truly included). It was only
after a while that the prison authorities realised that as a trusty and working
in the office, Diggeden had access to the telephone when no-one was
looking. He had quite a good racket on the go, organising dagga for the
inmates!!
He was an extremely likeable
character and
when his sentence was finished and he was leaving for England I'd love to know
who paid for his ticket!), the prison officers drove him to the airport to say
"cheerio"; and they did so in uniform. The press got hold of it
and photos appeared in the Herald showing "Diggeden being deported"
by the burly uniformed prison officers a couple of whom were quite senior. The … hit the fan and there had to be explanations
as to what had happened as Diggeden was a citizen by birth and therefore immune
from deportation.
Ah
well - I didn't have to explain ... and we all lived for another day! Dick
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I remember
Aiden Diggeden well from my time as a Prison Officer at Salisbury Prison
. I had many a conversation with him whilst on night shift, he was housed in
the max section. I was locked in the section with him although separated
by his cell, the cell was fully open in the front comprising grill like
security. He was articulate well
mannered and very likable and at face value given his circumstances
seemed a real gentleman, from all accounts it was so. At the time I
conversed with him his deportation was imminent, most of our discussion
revolved around his new life. I had lived in Bulawayo as a youngster of about 8
years old and remember one of several of his escapes, asking my Mom to lock up
the house in case “Diggeden came.” I’m some how saddened at his passing; he was
a modern day
likeable villain from all
accounts it seems.
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I went to Chaplin during the Aiden Diggeden Era,
though he was a few years my senior.Some of my recollections :
During a girls relay race at the school gala, a line
of girls and some teachers were standing along the edge of the pool madly
cheering them on, Diggy (nick-name at school) and a friend appeared from no
where and pushed the lot into the water as a prank. If all the church bells
rang throughout Gweru on a Friday night, you could safely assume Diggy and a
mate would be ringing them one at a time with the police in hot pursuit,
needless to say they never managed to catch them doing this. He was always up
for a prank, but I do not recall him being “drop-out” material at school. He
was extremely athletical, particularly in water sports, but never in team
sport, as he was too strong as an individualist character.
During Zimbabwe’s independence, apparently the British
government offered to take him and attempted to reform him in their prison
system as they felt the Rhodesian system was unable to cope properly with such
a habitual criminal. Well they didn’t manage to do much better either ! I
have often told my kids “Diggy” stories as they grew up. Jack
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Like most of us that were around in the
60s remember the legend of Aiden Diggeden. Can’t remember what he
looked like, has anyone seen or have a photo? Did he get married and have a
family?
This would be of great interest
with photo in Bamba!. Regards Jan
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We surely could make a movie of this –
an Oscar Winner! We must have a producer out there or someone who knows
one who can get this amazing Zimbabwean story out to the rest of the
world. Come on Zimbabwe……. It is our time for an Oscar. Thelma
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Greetings
Tererai, I was intrigued to learn that Diggeden was still with us until last
week, not least because I was news editor of The Herald when he was at his peak
(so to speak). Just three comments – I have to admire your diligence in
research . I don’t agree that we hope not to see his like again as we all need
our Diggedens and our Ned Kelly’s for our instincts towards “lovable rogues” to
lighten hundrum lives a little. Thirdly, he doesn’t seem to have escaped back through the Pearly
Gates. Not yet anyway. Regards, John
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I am reading with interest about Aiden - and I remember
him being talked about as a child. What
would be also very interesting to know is what his family life was like and his
upbringing. Disciplined, a gentleman,
loyal to a friend .... all wonderful traits .... what a fascinating character
and a bit of
a Robin Hood. Wonder if any
readers know more of his background. Kind regards Julie
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Even with all those words at our disposal
it is sad that the F word is used so frequently as a sort of a “catch-all”. Graham
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Vocabulary and correct grammar are
separate issues. The less correct the grammar the more difficult it is to
understand any communication.
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I love this debate. I’ve just finished
reading a novel called THE WAYS OF THE WORLD by ROBERT GODDARD, set just after
the First World War. It’s a great read and the language and grammar are well
worth noting as well – incredibly well written and reflective of how
English should be spoken! Regards, Peter
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Splitting
the infinitive was my mother’s pet hate, and, therefore, became mine! But
it is now acceptable and in fact sometimes intensifies the point you are trying
to make, as in Norma’s comment: when all the young ask for is to be understood and to not
worry about being correct. And it is also fine to start a sentence with “And” or
“But” instead of perhaps the words “Also” and “However”. It makes for
variety! Roseanne
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What a wonderful entertaining
story. So enjoyable to read something like this there were true legends in those
times
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