April 6, 2025 • 19 mins
It's the Wild West of mayhem, crammed in cells are lunatics and psychos, paedophiles and rapists, murderers, drug addicts and violent men.
During the three and a half years I was in prison I wrote over a million words by hand. Tales From The Jails is a contemporaneous account of my life, and attempts to thrive rather than merely survive, whilst incarcerated.
Most names have been changed. The events have not.
This is a Jekyll & Pride production.
Producer: Trevessa Newton
Title Music taken from The Confession, on the album Crimes Against Poetry (written and performed by The Shadow Poet, produced by Lance Thomas)
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(00:00):
Episode 28 Psychos Powercuts.
One has to get used to theculture of nothing gets done,
(00:20):
nothing is fair and almosteverything is too much trouble
for the staff.
Ironically, the old adageapplies, he who shouts loudest
stands more chance of receivingsome form of favour.
However, if your face does notfit, you're not one of the faves
(00:42):
or popular, or you'reintimidating with a reputation,
then you're punished at best andshipped out at worst.
Rehabilitation does not exist.
And anybody peddling it is beingdisingenuous.
Many inmates are locked behindthe door for an average of 23
(01:05):
hours a day, and worse, few haveany contact with the outside
world.
Joe Wicks would have troublekeeping motivated under these
conditions.
Here, and in most prisons acrossthe country, it's lawless,
unsafe, and the prison and theservice providers unfortunately
(01:26):
are not fit for purpose.
Many of us have to navigate ourway through and around a jungle
full of vicious wild animals.
Think or compare it to snakes,crocodiles, lions, tigers, and
hyenas.
There's lots of hyenas.
There's vultures, rats, wildcats, and wolves.
(01:49):
There's as many steel doors andsteel bars as there are trees in
an acre of forest, and theconcrete is akin to the dense
undergrowth that you cannot hackthrough.
The mood of any officers isvarying as the weather on any
given day, and you can neverpredict it.
(02:09):
Yesterday, Sunday, was one ofthose days.
The officer's mood dictateswhether I or any of us will be
released from our cell for whatcould be considered fair,
healthy, and normal recreation,or just to use the telephone.
If our lifeline to the outsideworld is usually our loved ones,
(02:34):
then why would you make mattersworse?
Or inflame our problems andheartaches?
Imagine the importance ofkeeping in contact regularly if
you have children or elderlyparents.
On Saturday, our power went offagain.
Big Reeve and I are losingcount, it's so regular.
(02:58):
Work today didn't finish until2.45, although I was off for a
visit for a couple of hours inthe afternoon.
I landed back on the wing at4.30, on a high, but a tailspin
from seeing T to being one ofthe last lads to be locked up.
Every weekend I say goodnight toT at 4.30 in the afternoon.
(03:22):
Evening meal is usually about4:00 PM and lads are unlocked
for that, a landing at a time,although it's straight back to
your pad to eat on your bunk.
I swerve the food, but use thephone instead.
Big Reeve and I were justsettling down like the odd
couple to watch the big movie onthe little monitor, Harry Potter
(03:44):
and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
It sounds ridiculous, but theoptions were limited, when pop,
or should I say click, the powerwent.
It was 7.43.
Everything blew in the cell andacross the wing.
It's normally as a result of oneof the lads hot wiring to charge
(04:04):
a mobile phone.
No electricity, no lights, noTV, and no kettle.
And if that wasn't bad enough,I'd left my wind up radio in
work.
The wing kicked off and mayhembecame the soundtrack from that
point on.
It was still light outside so Icould read and write for a
(04:25):
couple of hours, but then it'sdarkness and only listening.
Sunday morning, I was awoken at4.30 by the squalling seagulls
in a frenzy.
We were up at dawn and couldn'tmake a hot drink.
I had to pester an officer whowas on landing patrol to be
(04:48):
unlocked for my over 45's gym.
It is difficult to stand at theslit in the door, trying to get
unlocked.
I'm 51, no trouble, polite.
And all I wanted to do was go tothe gym and ring T and my
daughter.
It's a big week, they're off,all the family is off to London
(05:09):
for my daughter's graduation.
It's frustrating and everythingis made more difficult for us.
It's a humiliating experiencetrying to be unlocked.
Some officers, especially on theSunday, love to make us squirm
and suffer.
Playing with us by ignoring usor lame shouts like, maybe
(05:33):
later.
I fear some officers enjoy thepower and control.
I remind myself in these momentsto be grateful for what I do
have and not what I do not.
It wasn't so long ago I waswriting letters on prison paper
and phone calls with the odd twominutes every couple of days.
(05:58):
Men have walked the same stepsas me for over 150 years in
here.
I'm lucky I can drift away ontop bunk with thoughts of T.
I cannot imagine my life withouther, without the love we share
for each other.
Love nourishes me as much as itfeels like a comfort blanket at
(06:20):
times.
The 27th of the seventh, 2016.
Sometimes it is easy to describeprison life, especially the
brutality or the lip service theprison service churns out.
An easy analogy of prison wouldbe, it's like a spaghetti
(06:42):
western, and good people arebullied, intimidated, or killed
more than the bad guys.
With time on my hands and a pento write, I capture, experience
and observe.
Today, I wonder what is theprofile of a general or normal
inmate.
(07:05):
I often think, what are thesimilarities between the pack or
a large group compared to my ownteam of one?
Swathes of the prison populationare career criminals, the type
who don't know or consideranything differently.
The number one crime, bearing inmind it's Liverpool, is drugs
(07:29):
and trials can include as manyas 20 to 30 people all scattered
around the country on varyingcharges, from courier roles to
trustee lieutenants andenforcers to number one.
An observation is that many guyshave limited education.
They can barely read or write,although they are much better
(07:52):
with numbers and weights.
Not the gym sort, but grams,ounces, kilos, and tonnes of
class A or Class B drugs.
Drugs' smaller sibling,smuggling people, tobacco and
booze, that's growing too, fromthe amount on remand, trials or
(08:14):
already convicted.
Guys are receiving 10 years forsmuggling in lorry loads of
tobacco and cigarettes.
Customs, ie VAT, they playhardball with these guys and
they receive a POCA too.
That's another book I've readfrom cover to cover.
(08:36):
Jeremy, my solicitor laughed.
I told him it was the latestversion to which he commented,
it's already out of date.
Most inmates have never helddown a regular job.
Sadly, stability is not high onthese lad's CVs.
Most are from broken homes, havebroken lives and indulged too
(08:59):
much or addicted to drink anddrugs and greed.
I heard a guy boasting the otherday outside the window where I
ironed the court shirts.
He was sat amongst his pack andthought nothing of relaying the
job he used to do.
Break-ins with tie ups.
(09:19):
Threatening rich people withsevere violence in front of
their children.
They were rich and I was poor.
I wanted what they had,or someof it, and I couldn't earn that
type of money any other way.
There was no hint of regret orremorse in his voice.
(09:40):
It was bragging rights ratherthan regrets.
Ironically, here I was ironing ashirt for a guy who was probably
guilty but was hoping for aright result.
It does blur the mind, theseblurred lines I experience
daily.
I find I'm in a unique positionsomehow trying desperately to
(10:03):
blend into the background, butfinding I'm regularly in the
foreground.
My independence stands out, myvoice, my teeth, and my general
idiosyncrasies, all of whichhave the habits of drawing
attention to myself.
Last week in the gym, this smallout of shape guy casually came
(10:25):
over to me and P.
Before we knew it, he wastelling us that he was in for a
14.
Break-ins again, jewellers thistime.
Next thing, he's blurting out aswe train, I was only using the
knife to scare her, but she puther hands up to protect herself.
(10:45):
I cut the artery, I couldn'thelp it.
She got loads of sympathy forthat on the trial.
She said she was terrified towork again.
What a fucking slut.
Inside, I wanted to say fuckoff.
But I've learned to be moresavvy and move away politely.
(11:07):
However, he decided to followus.
Yeah, we did a string of themacross the region, used hot
irons on their backs to forcethem to tell us where the gear
was.
We were doing fucking greatuntil we got caught, fucking DNA
on a cigarette butt.
14 years for a bit of fuckingDNA.
(11:35):
A complete psycho and the typeyou try to avoid in prison, let
alone outside in the real world.
A proper nasty piece of work andrepresentative of the guys in
here who don't flinch atresorting to extreme violence to
acquire the result they burstthrough your doors for.
(11:57):
The phrase that the lads useregularly is thrown under the
bus.
It's used a lot.
Fellow inmates live by this oldschool jail term that underpins
no snitching and I have writtennumerous times, that is the
number one rule not to break.
(12:18):
However, it seems I also have atendency to highlight the
hypocrisy that surrounds it.
I've witnessed first hand thetimes certain undesirables cross
that line and it goesunpunished.
It's hypocritically acceptable.
It's almost certainlyunchallenged.
Well, that's if you're one ofthe boys.
(12:39):
Inmates will blow you up orthrow a fellow inmate under the
bus for the most trivial ofthings.
From winning favour to removingsomebody who is popular or a
threat.
The horrible snide ones thinknothing of undermining or
discrediting a person if theythink it makes them look better.
(13:01):
I'm surmising, this is all stuffthat links back to the childhood
years.
Life in the outside world isoften termed as the rat race,
but in here it's that, but onsteroids.
Selfishness runs through almostevery single person within the
(13:22):
grounds of the prison walls.
Never a day goes by when I amnot considerate, polite,
normally in good, positivespirits.
In the real world thosequalities you would like to
think would be well received.
However, in here at best, it's alukewarm reception.
(13:47):
Happiness is not welcomedeither.
Pain and suffering is enjoyedmore.
Guys cannot resist prodding forresponses and reactions, and
never a day goes by when I donot dance that tango.
Without trying, I've been thetopic of the workplace, the wing
(14:07):
and the rest of the prison, onfrequent occasions.
From my dramatic entrance withbig time headlines to the
kitchen episode and saga, to thefive thousand pound order I put
into the bedding stores toreplenish my workstation.
The feedback range from who thefuck, to is he having a laugh?
(14:32):
He's not back in business.
He's in prison.
It spread through the wholeplace like a bushfire fuelled
with accelerant, staff andinmates.
I find it amusing how doing myjob right ends up being
ridiculed.
The easiest way to deal with itis to roll with the laughs.
(14:54):
Hands open like a numpty, ratherthan dig in trying to justify
it.
When in doubt, wear the numptyhat.
Although I did find myselfsaying a number of times, that
was only for the first half ofthe order.
The lads loved that shout,especially when it rolled off my
tongue.
(15:17):
I find the longer I'm here, themore topics to observe and write
about appear.
Some reappear too.
I write to T almost every day.
Pages at a time that reflect mylove for her.
I keep myself super busy andthat keeps me distracted from
dwelling on the cruel separationfrom her and my family.
(15:45):
Two of the topics that neverceased to provide eye watering
content on a regular basis are Mand M.
The first group are feared andloathed in society and carry the
heaviest of sentences.
Two inmates I see and talk todaily also happen to be two of
(16:07):
the nicest guys in here.
Both committed horrific crimesthat would shock the toughest.
Interestingly, both said thesame thing.
Two minutes of madness.
I find them both caring andpleasant individuals, easy to
talk to and never displaying anysense of violence other than
(16:29):
their own reference to the twominutes of madness.
However, I've highlightedpreviously on the topic of M
number two.
I was caught up in the middle ofa bunch of guys, kitchen talk
when everyone is bored.
I was making a coffee, not evenin the conversation.
(16:53):
Guys between 26 and 50, talkingabout getting off to a whole
variety of stimulating factorsand methods of enjoying a good
wank in prison.
A sort of top 10, best off sortof thing.
It was crude, base and weird,and I was the only one squirming
and not laughing.
(17:15):
For me, I keep it simple.
Keep your personal stuff privateor your private stuff personal.
The guys not for the first timeseem to have no problem asking
their wives or partners to sendthem porn films or mags if
that's not successful.
(17:39):
Worse than that, they have nooff switch when it comes to
revealing intimate details abouttheir partner.
I'm not a prude, but I don't getit.
Why would you, how could you?
How would their partner feelabout prisoners, fellas in
(18:01):
Walton hearing about their mostpersonal and intimate details
from the bathroom to thebedroom.
They covered a lot of unpleasantground in the space of making a
coffee, and when I'm around,they can't resist trying to draw
me in.
My squirm face was an easytarget and another one of those
(18:22):
long tangos.
Each prisoner, more thananywhere else I've experienced,
wants to be right, and theyoften don't have any off switch
in trying to prove it.
Proving yourself amongst therest of the lads is high on the
list of reoccurring topics too.
(18:44):
It's unavoidable.
If you're not defendingyourself, then you're being
bullied.
The posters and leafletsscattered around the prison on
bullying and decency andrehabilitation, are just
government and quangos,delivering policies, printing
(19:06):
words, and ticking boxes on anofficial level.
Whilst in reality it's the WildWest of mayhem, crammed in cells
are lunatics and psychos,paedophiles and rapists,
murderers, drug dealers, andviolent men, who ejaculate
during and after inflicting painand horror.
(19:28):
Next time it's sex in prison.
Episode 28 Psychos Powercuts.
One has to get used to theculture of nothing gets done,
(00:20):
nothing is fair and almosteverything is too much trouble
for the staff.
Ironically, the old adageapplies, he who shouts loudest
stands more chance of receivingsome form of favour.
However, if your face does notfit, you're not one of the faves
(00:42):
or popular, or you'reintimidating with a reputation,
then you're punished at best andshipped out at worst.
Rehabilitation does not exist.
And anybody peddling it is beingdisingenuous.
Many inmates are locked behindthe door for an average of 23
(01:05):
hours a day, and worse, few haveany contact with the outside
world.
Joe Wicks would have troublekeeping motivated under these
conditions.
Here, and in most prisons acrossthe country, it's lawless,
unsafe, and the prison and theservice providers unfortunately
(01:26):
are not fit for purpose.
Many of us have to navigate ourway through and around a jungle
full of vicious wild animals.
Think or compare it to snakes,crocodiles, lions, tigers, and
hyenas.
There's lots of hyenas.
There's vultures, rats, wildcats, and wolves.
(01:49):
There's as many steel doors andsteel bars as there are trees in
an acre of forest, and theconcrete is akin to the dense
undergrowth that you cannot hackthrough.
The mood of any officers isvarying as the weather on any
given day, and you can neverpredict it.
(02:09):
Yesterday, Sunday, was one ofthose days.
The officer's mood dictateswhether I or any of us will be
released from our cell for whatcould be considered fair,
healthy, and normal recreation,or just to use the telephone.
If our lifeline to the outsideworld is usually our loved ones,
(02:34):
then why would you make mattersworse?
Or inflame our problems andheartaches?
Imagine the importance ofkeeping in contact regularly if
you have children or elderlyparents.
On Saturday, our power went offagain.
Big Reeve and I are losingcount, it's so regular.
(02:58):
Work today didn't finish until2.45, although I was off for a
visit for a couple of hours inthe afternoon.
I landed back on the wing at4.30, on a high, but a tailspin
from seeing T to being one ofthe last lads to be locked up.
Every weekend I say goodnight toT at 4.30 in the afternoon.
(03:22):
Evening meal is usually about4:00 PM and lads are unlocked
for that, a landing at a time,although it's straight back to
your pad to eat on your bunk.
I swerve the food, but use thephone instead.
Big Reeve and I were justsettling down like the odd
couple to watch the big movie onthe little monitor, Harry Potter
(03:44):
and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
It sounds ridiculous, but theoptions were limited, when pop,
or should I say click, the powerwent.
It was 7.43.
Everything blew in the cell andacross the wing.
It's normally as a result of oneof the lads hot wiring to charge
(04:04):
a mobile phone.
No electricity, no lights, noTV, and no kettle.
And if that wasn't bad enough,I'd left my wind up radio in
work.
The wing kicked off and mayhembecame the soundtrack from that
point on.
It was still light outside so Icould read and write for a
(04:25):
couple of hours, but then it'sdarkness and only listening.
Sunday morning, I was awoken at4.30 by the squalling seagulls
in a frenzy.
We were up at dawn and couldn'tmake a hot drink.
I had to pester an officer whowas on landing patrol to be
(04:48):
unlocked for my over 45's gym.
It is difficult to stand at theslit in the door, trying to get
unlocked.
I'm 51, no trouble, polite.
And all I wanted to do was go tothe gym and ring T and my
daughter.
It's a big week, they're off,all the family is off to London
(05:09):
for my daughter's graduation.
It's frustrating and everythingis made more difficult for us.
It's a humiliating experiencetrying to be unlocked.
Some officers, especially on theSunday, love to make us squirm
and suffer.
Playing with us by ignoring usor lame shouts like, maybe
(05:33):
later.
I fear some officers enjoy thepower and control.
I remind myself in these momentsto be grateful for what I do
have and not what I do not.
It wasn't so long ago I waswriting letters on prison paper
and phone calls with the odd twominutes every couple of days.
(05:58):
Men have walked the same stepsas me for over 150 years in
here.
I'm lucky I can drift away ontop bunk with thoughts of T.
I cannot imagine my life withouther, without the love we share
for each other.
Love nourishes me as much as itfeels like a comfort blanket at
(06:20):
times.
The 27th of the seventh, 2016.
Sometimes it is easy to describeprison life, especially the
brutality or the lip service theprison service churns out.
An easy analogy of prison wouldbe, it's like a spaghetti
(06:42):
western, and good people arebullied, intimidated, or killed
more than the bad guys.
With time on my hands and a pento write, I capture, experience
and observe.
Today, I wonder what is theprofile of a general or normal
inmate.
(07:05):
I often think, what are thesimilarities between the pack or
a large group compared to my ownteam of one?
Swathes of the prison populationare career criminals, the type
who don't know or consideranything differently.
The number one crime, bearing inmind it's Liverpool, is drugs
(07:29):
and trials can include as manyas 20 to 30 people all scattered
around the country on varyingcharges, from courier roles to
trustee lieutenants andenforcers to number one.
An observation is that many guyshave limited education.
They can barely read or write,although they are much better
(07:52):
with numbers and weights.
Not the gym sort, but grams,ounces, kilos, and tonnes of
class A or Class B drugs.
Drugs' smaller sibling,smuggling people, tobacco and
booze, that's growing too, fromthe amount on remand, trials or
(08:14):
already convicted.
Guys are receiving 10 years forsmuggling in lorry loads of
tobacco and cigarettes.
Customs, ie VAT, they playhardball with these guys and
they receive a POCA too.
That's another book I've readfrom cover to cover.
(08:36):
Jeremy, my solicitor laughed.
I told him it was the latestversion to which he commented,
it's already out of date.
Most inmates have never helddown a regular job.
Sadly, stability is not high onthese lad's CVs.
Most are from broken homes, havebroken lives and indulged too
(08:59):
much or addicted to drink anddrugs and greed.
I heard a guy boasting the otherday outside the window where I
ironed the court shirts.
He was sat amongst his pack andthought nothing of relaying the
job he used to do.
Break-ins with tie ups.
(09:19):
Threatening rich people withsevere violence in front of
their children.
They were rich and I was poor.
I wanted what they had,or someof it, and I couldn't earn that
type of money any other way.
There was no hint of regret orremorse in his voice.
(09:40):
It was bragging rights ratherthan regrets.
Ironically, here I was ironing ashirt for a guy who was probably
guilty but was hoping for aright result.
It does blur the mind, theseblurred lines I experience
daily.
I find I'm in a unique positionsomehow trying desperately to
(10:03):
blend into the background, butfinding I'm regularly in the
foreground.
My independence stands out, myvoice, my teeth, and my general
idiosyncrasies, all of whichhave the habits of drawing
attention to myself.
Last week in the gym, this smallout of shape guy casually came
(10:25):
over to me and P.
Before we knew it, he wastelling us that he was in for a
14.
Break-ins again, jewellers thistime.
Next thing, he's blurting out aswe train, I was only using the
knife to scare her, but she puther hands up to protect herself.
(10:45):
I cut the artery, I couldn'thelp it.
She got loads of sympathy forthat on the trial.
She said she was terrified towork again.
What a fucking slut.
Inside, I wanted to say fuckoff.
But I've learned to be moresavvy and move away politely.
(11:07):
However, he decided to followus.
Yeah, we did a string of themacross the region, used hot
irons on their backs to forcethem to tell us where the gear
was.
We were doing fucking greatuntil we got caught, fucking DNA
on a cigarette butt.
14 years for a bit of fuckingDNA.
(11:35):
A complete psycho and the typeyou try to avoid in prison, let
alone outside in the real world.
A proper nasty piece of work andrepresentative of the guys in
here who don't flinch atresorting to extreme violence to
acquire the result they burstthrough your doors for.
(11:57):
The phrase that the lads useregularly is thrown under the
bus.
It's used a lot.
Fellow inmates live by this oldschool jail term that underpins
no snitching and I have writtennumerous times, that is the
number one rule not to break.
(12:18):
However, it seems I also have atendency to highlight the
hypocrisy that surrounds it.
I've witnessed first hand thetimes certain undesirables cross
that line and it goesunpunished.
It's hypocritically acceptable.
It's almost certainlyunchallenged.
Well, that's if you're one ofthe boys.
(12:39):
Inmates will blow you up orthrow a fellow inmate under the
bus for the most trivial ofthings.
From winning favour to removingsomebody who is popular or a
threat.
The horrible snide ones thinknothing of undermining or
discrediting a person if theythink it makes them look better.
(13:01):
I'm surmising, this is all stuffthat links back to the childhood
years.
Life in the outside world isoften termed as the rat race,
but in here it's that, but onsteroids.
Selfishness runs through almostevery single person within the
(13:22):
grounds of the prison walls.
Never a day goes by when I amnot considerate, polite,
normally in good, positivespirits.
In the real world thosequalities you would like to
think would be well received.
However, in here at best, it's alukewarm reception.
(13:47):
Happiness is not welcomedeither.
Pain and suffering is enjoyedmore.
Guys cannot resist prodding forresponses and reactions, and
never a day goes by when I donot dance that tango.
Without trying, I've been thetopic of the workplace, the wing
(14:07):
and the rest of the prison, onfrequent occasions.
From my dramatic entrance withbig time headlines to the
kitchen episode and saga, to thefive thousand pound order I put
into the bedding stores toreplenish my workstation.
The feedback range from who thefuck, to is he having a laugh?
(14:32):
He's not back in business.
He's in prison.
It spread through the wholeplace like a bushfire fuelled
with accelerant, staff andinmates.
I find it amusing how doing myjob right ends up being
ridiculed.
The easiest way to deal with itis to roll with the laughs.
(14:54):
Hands open like a numpty, ratherthan dig in trying to justify
it.
When in doubt, wear the numptyhat.
Although I did find myselfsaying a number of times, that
was only for the first half ofthe order.
The lads loved that shout,especially when it rolled off my
tongue.
(15:17):
I find the longer I'm here, themore topics to observe and write
about appear.
Some reappear too.
I write to T almost every day.
Pages at a time that reflect mylove for her.
I keep myself super busy andthat keeps me distracted from
dwelling on the cruel separationfrom her and my family.
(15:45):
Two of the topics that neverceased to provide eye watering
content on a regular basis are Mand M.
The first group are feared andloathed in society and carry the
heaviest of sentences.
Two inmates I see and talk todaily also happen to be two of
(16:07):
the nicest guys in here.
Both committed horrific crimesthat would shock the toughest.
Interestingly, both said thesame thing.
Two minutes of madness.
I find them both caring andpleasant individuals, easy to
talk to and never displaying anysense of violence other than
(16:29):
their own reference to the twominutes of madness.
However, I've highlightedpreviously on the topic of M
number two.
I was caught up in the middle ofa bunch of guys, kitchen talk
when everyone is bored.
I was making a coffee, not evenin the conversation.
(16:53):
Guys between 26 and 50, talkingabout getting off to a whole
variety of stimulating factorsand methods of enjoying a good
wank in prison.
A sort of top 10, best off sortof thing.
It was crude, base and weird,and I was the only one squirming
and not laughing.
(17:15):
For me, I keep it simple.
Keep your personal stuff privateor your private stuff personal.
The guys not for the first timeseem to have no problem asking
their wives or partners to sendthem porn films or mags if
that's not successful.
(17:39):
Worse than that, they have nooff switch when it comes to
revealing intimate details abouttheir partner.
I'm not a prude, but I don't getit.
Why would you, how could you?
How would their partner feelabout prisoners, fellas in
(18:01):
Walton hearing about their mostpersonal and intimate details
from the bathroom to thebedroom.
They covered a lot of unpleasantground in the space of making a
coffee, and when I'm around,they can't resist trying to draw
me in.
My squirm face was an easytarget and another one of those
(18:22):
long tangos.
Each prisoner, more thananywhere else I've experienced,
wants to be right, and theyoften don't have any off switch
in trying to prove it.
Proving yourself amongst therest of the lads is high on the
list of reoccurring topics too.
(18:44):
It's unavoidable.
If you're not defendingyourself, then you're being
bullied.
The posters and leafletsscattered around the prison on
bullying and decency andrehabilitation, are just
government and quangos,delivering policies, printing
(19:06):
words, and ticking boxes on anofficial level.
Whilst in reality it's the WildWest of mayhem, crammed in cells
are lunatics and psychos,paedophiles and rapists,
murderers, drug dealers, andviolent men, who ejaculate
during and after inflicting painand horror.
(19:28):
Next time it's sex in prison.
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