April 27, 2025 • 19 mins
Can you imagine being cooped up in a prison cell without any power? No lights, no TV, no hot water and no radio.
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):
During the three and a halfyears I was in prison, I wrote
(00:03):
over a million words by hand.
Tales from the Jails is acontemporaneous account of my
life, and attempts to thriverather than merely survive
whilst incarcerated.
Most names have been changed,but the events have not.
Episode 31 A Billion Pound HeadFuck At 70 Can you imagine being
(00:39):
cooped up in a prison cellwithout any power?
No lights, no TV, no hot water,and no radio.
Another fellow inmate almostcertainly charging a mobile
phone and not giving a fuckabout the rest of us.
It's happening daily now.
For the last two weeks I've beenbringing the wind up radio with
(01:01):
me from work.
Reeve and I take turns onwinding it.
We thought we were settling downtonight for the opening of the
Olympics, but sadly it's not tobe and once again on top bunk
it's dusk and the remains of thesummer evening is struggling to
break through the grime glued tothe window on the outside.
(01:24):
However, inside our pad andwindow are clean.
In 30 minutes, the cell will beas black as the bat cave.
T was in for a visit on Tuesday,and we could only have a single
hour.
A fellow inmate had put in anapp to the Governor complaining
that reception lads werereceiving two hours and not one.
(01:47):
For me other than being off thewing daily, it's a treasured
perk that hurt the pair of us,robbed of our double love
bubble.
Time together is so precious andvisits are what we look forward
to every week.
It was love on an egg timer.
T was in midweek because she'scompleted a hundred mile bike
(02:11):
ride, bounced back into my arms,thrilled to see me and high on
the achievement.
I encourage her to still have alife, not just be a prison
widow.
She said she sent a photo inwith a card in the post.
She's my hero.
Never complains about anything.
(02:31):
Not an Ill word to say aboutanyone really, except how legal
case the people involved, ofwhich some of them, she's
scathing, but only on aprofessional level.
Never personal.
She's the most incredible humanbeing I've ever met or known,
and somehow she's ended up madlyin love with me.
(02:56):
I am a lucky guy.
We try to blend in on visits,but that's even more difficult
than my attempts back on thewing.
We're like teenagers holdinghands and laughing.
My suspicion is the laughingprompted the complaint.
I've said many times, prisonersresent anyone receiving a perk.
(03:18):
But worse, they hate with avengeance, happiness.
Thankfully, I'd managed to seethe prison dentist.
My veneer had fallen off.
Luckily, it landed in a bowl ofporridge.
I'd stopped laughing and smilingsince it happened.
(03:39):
It's about as unglamorous as itgets, and 100% makes me look
pure jail.
Thankfully, the dentist bondedit back on, and although I was
in the knobhead orange tabard,at least I was back sporting the
Hollywood smile.
Around us were children that tobe frank, were a cross between
(04:01):
feral or out of control.
They were running wild while mumor dad slurped on the partner's
lips.
If you've ever heard a carpslurp on the surface of a lake,
then you'll have the idea ofwhat I'm saying.
There was a sort of family only10 feet away, a few tables
(04:22):
behind me.
It was embarrassing, not for us,but the two kids.
It was clear the kids, agedbetween about seven and 10, T
reckoned, felt uncomfortable atthe behaviour of their mum.
The bloke was not their dad, buthe had his hand between the
(04:44):
mum's legs playing with her furtrapper's hat.
It's crazy, humiliating, andsuper embarrassing for the kids,
let alone the rest of us whohave loved ones and family
visiting.
The inmate was a slob.
Didn't even look as though he'dbeen showered.
Personally, I felt for the kids.
(05:06):
What chance have they got whentheir mother and a prisoner are
prepared to get it on in aWalton visits room.
The slurping is a common thingand the sound effects cut
through the airwaves the most,but the unavoidable visuals are
a cross between simulated sex,heavy petting or groping and
(05:26):
fumbling.
The lads were gutted when Ireturned earlier than usual from
a love visit.
They know that all of my effortsin work are really only to
achieve an extra hour and morefreedom to use the phone than if
stuck on the wing.
It didn't help either that myphone credit was now down to
(05:47):
£3.62.
I felt awful, during and afterthe visit.
It's one of the fewopportunities I could speak to T
without the systemeavesdropping, reading my
letters or mail.
My most disappointing face waswhen she confirmed Jeremy was
avoiding calls from both her andJB.
(06:11):
He's been off the radar for overa week.
By Wednesday, the morning Lovecall had only 67 pence credit.
Barely enough to say, hi, I loveyou.
Hopefully my credit will go onlater, and it's over.
(06:33):
T has a way of bringing calm tomy frustration.
Shorter visits, legals notprogressing, no credit on my
phone.
It creates unnecessary stress.
Ironically, the phone creditwent on at 12.30.
But the phones went off at12.31.
(06:56):
Anyway, after 48 hours offeeling outta sorts and drained
to the point of collapse,suddenly my mojo returned on
Thursday.
I put the tiredness down to thedouble workouts I've been doing.
Restless sleep for a number ofreasons, bad diet, and no
sunlight even though it'sbeautiful outside.
(07:19):
T reminded me on the phone thatfour years ago to the day were
in Bath, as in the city, not atub of water.
We watched the 2012 LondonOlympics between trips to
Glastonbury, Stonehenge, andsomewhere else that I cannot
remember.
(07:41):
It is not uncommon to drift intohalcyon days of summer happiness
when the reality is between thelast Olympics and this, it has
been four years of drama.
Years of trying to clear my nameand the end result is worse than
one can imagine, penniless,discredited, and kicked around
(08:03):
like a worthless piece of trashby the legal system.
That aside, the world outsidecontinues.
T is off to her parents thisweekend, my daughter is having
an interview for a new job andmy mother told me earlier that
my cousin Karen has finallydied, of cancer.
(08:24):
She was only 53.
I never told T.
Truth was, I didn't want to ruinher break.
It hits home.
Ironically, I'm lucky but itconfirms how fragile life is.
I'd hardly seen my cousin sincewe were kids, but it's
(08:45):
remarkable, sat on top bunk andtransported back to youthful
memories.
I'll miss her funeral and thathurts.
Prison is not the place todigest or reflect upon sad
feelings.
Not for too long anyway.
(09:06):
Parked in sadness or melancholydevours a person in here.
I can't help think, what happensif one of my parents does not
make it until my release?
And a fear we all carry in here,what happens to us if we die in
here?
(09:27):
I've witnessed firsthand howgrotesque it is, a dead body
that is more of an inconveniencethan a sadness.
Families are fed bullshit ratherthan tragic realities.
Dying in prison is about asdesperate and sad an ending as
it gets.
(09:50):
Two of the lads off theListener's course have been
thrown in the block, Cueball andQ-Tip.
They're cousins.
They had a parcel seized and therumours are it contained six
ounces of Spice and a batch ofphones and chargers.
One of the medics in receptionwas strip searched and the
(10:10):
sniffer dog used.
It's serious and rumours areflying around.
I have my own take on this, butit's not for these pages.
Content such as this will almostcertainly put me in the Block
too.
Or a ship out if it's seized.
I'm lucky to have made it thisfar with the writing.
(10:35):
Time, or should I say, light hasbeaten me and it's almost time
to lay back on my bunk.
It's my turn to wind the radio.
The zoo beyond the door is inanother frenzy.
The rumour is, one of the ladsis plugged and the sly ones on
the wing are throwing him underthe bus, with shouts and
(10:56):
terrorising through the doors.
Best thing the kid could do isflush it down the toilet because
tomorrow morning after tonight'souting, he's getting raided.
I spoke to Jeremy finally.
He explained that the Legal Aidwas still slow, they're throwing
a spanner in the works.
(11:18):
I told him straight, I canhandle bad news, but what it
cannot handle is people goingoff the radar and I'm left in
the dark.
I may be in prison, but I'mstill a professional, so don't
treat me or my missus likenumpties.
The lads heard everything.
(11:39):
I was in the VP holding roomusing the phone, and they were
next door playing cards.
Young Neil said, never heard youtalk like that to someone
G-Dubz, do you fancy speaking tomy brief?
I'm being fucked around too.
(12:05):
It's the 25th of August, 2016.
I've said many times, it'sdifficult to thrive in an
environment where most peoplewant to see you fail.
I've never experienced or beenin a place whereby everything
you do potentially becomes athreat to another person's
status amongst their peers.
(12:29):
I've said countless times.
The vast majority in here do thebare minimum, and those who
demonstrate a willingness to domore is targeted, undermined,
and not welcome other than to bethe butt of someone's joke or
worse, to be bullied as aconsequence.
Try showing any motivation orwillingness to get on in jail
(12:50):
and you're fucked.
Johnny Koch left this morning.
Back to Whitemore..
It's a Cat A, high securityprison.
What a name and what acharacter.
He was featured in the Facebookof crime a few days back,
including his missus.
(13:10):
It's brutal, the fallout and howit impacts on loved ones.
He's been on our wing for thepast month or two, brought back
for his POCA trial.
We were not pals or close, butwe chatted when in the same
space.
Johnny was always polite andrespectful towards me.
(13:33):
He used to say, you've gotclass, I like that.
I remember him landing a coupleof months back.
I was on the servery when heappeared.
He's 70-ish and he ordered akosher meal.
Back then I thought, are youhaving a laugh?
(13:54):
But certain food is better thanthe normal pig swill and he was
old school and not stupid.
Johnny was Dutch, found guiltyof importation and distribution
of Class A drugs.
He had a swimming pool suppliesbusiness in Liverpool.
(14:14):
Ironically.
I'd remembered ringing the placea few years back when we needed
a pool guy.
Even I was surprised that a poolbusiness existed in Liverpool.
What really stands out about JK,however, and his notoriety, is
he is now in part two of hisconviction, POCA.
(14:37):
It's why he was back at Waltonfor the court appearance at the
QE2 courts.
To give you an idea of how CPSand the courts perceive Johnny
he's been landed, or they'repursuing, a one billion pound
POCA.
Ridiculous I know.
What makes it even moreridiculous is that T says she
(15:00):
sees his missus waiting at thebus stop after visits.
It's a reminder, don't feelsorry for yourself for too long,
someone always has it far worse.
I've nearly approached Johnny afew times to mention or plant
the seed I can write, or I'm awriter and if he's interested,
(15:23):
there could be an amazing bookthere.
You don't receive a billionpound POCA and you're
boring,uninteresting.
No.
But the timing has to be rightand now he's gone, albeit his
parting words were, I'll be backG.
(15:46):
This week I've been busy cuttinghair.
I call them£50 cuts becausethat's what I was used to in the
real world.
Yesterday I finished KinderEgg's Best Man speech.
He's supposed to be at thewedding next weekend, but HMP
put an end to that.
Instead, one of the other ladsis going to read it on his
(16:09):
behalf, albeit my words.
I find the lads are leaning onme more and more for the writing
stuff, especially legalresponses and/or prison apps.
Sometimes it's a letter,although I try not to write it
all, more the case ofencouraging or discussing, what
(16:34):
is it you're trying or wantingto say?
Very personal stuff and youwould be surprised who
approaches me.
Just so that you know, I'm noton some helping journey or
crusade or trying to prove I'mmore than I am capable of.
(16:54):
I'm not a do-gooder.
In fact, if the truth be known,I'm a very flawed man, just
trying to be a better version ofmyself each day.
But that can be misinterpretedor seized upon, and then
disfigured.
Toenails has a new fool in hisever decreasing posse, Flemmo.
(17:19):
I said outright.
He's your new gimp, and you'rescraping the barrel if he's the
best you can come up with to doyour dirty work.
I find nowadays, rather thansoak it up so much, be out of
the blocks first.
Flemmo tried to be funny andundermine me in front of the
lads, but the more he persisted,the more I noticed the lads
(17:41):
disliked him.
Instead of having a go at thisbrainless bald numpty, I chose
my moment when Toenails had anaudience.
What's all this, your new numberone, Flemmo?
He's still living at home withhis mum.
He's 48.
What's happened to you?
(18:02):
Where is your pulling power?
Is Flemmo the best gimp youcould recruit?
Toenails turned red.
Flemmo said he wasn't a gimp andlooked at his boss for support.
It never came.
I'll miss Johnny.
He was a character.
(18:23):
Carried an aura about him, evenat 70 plus years of age.
Like me, he kept things close tohis chest.
A billion pound POCA.
My instincts are he is receivingthe full 14 years because if or
probably when he loses, whateverthe final figure, he's not in a
(18:44):
position to pay it, and no doubthe's doomed to the rest of his
life behind bars.
He's had an incredible life, butto die in prison, well, it must
play on his mind.
My fear is, regardless of hisoptimism, of which I'm privy to,
(19:05):
and why the authorities aredetermined he's spending
whatever life he has left inhim, well, it will be spent in a
high security prison.
I can't help thinking, is thisthe long term plan for me?
During the three and a halfyears I was in prison, I wrote
(00:03):
over a million words by hand.
Tales from the Jails is acontemporaneous account of my
life, and attempts to thriverather than merely survive
whilst incarcerated.
Most names have been changed,but the events have not.
Episode 31 A Billion Pound HeadFuck At 70 Can you imagine being
(00:39):
cooped up in a prison cellwithout any power?
No lights, no TV, no hot water,and no radio.
Another fellow inmate almostcertainly charging a mobile
phone and not giving a fuckabout the rest of us.
It's happening daily now.
For the last two weeks I've beenbringing the wind up radio with
(01:01):
me from work.
Reeve and I take turns onwinding it.
We thought we were settling downtonight for the opening of the
Olympics, but sadly it's not tobe and once again on top bunk
it's dusk and the remains of thesummer evening is struggling to
break through the grime glued tothe window on the outside.
(01:24):
However, inside our pad andwindow are clean.
In 30 minutes, the cell will beas black as the bat cave.
T was in for a visit on Tuesday,and we could only have a single
hour.
A fellow inmate had put in anapp to the Governor complaining
that reception lads werereceiving two hours and not one.
(01:47):
For me other than being off thewing daily, it's a treasured
perk that hurt the pair of us,robbed of our double love
bubble.
Time together is so precious andvisits are what we look forward
to every week.
It was love on an egg timer.
T was in midweek because she'scompleted a hundred mile bike
(02:11):
ride, bounced back into my arms,thrilled to see me and high on
the achievement.
I encourage her to still have alife, not just be a prison
widow.
She said she sent a photo inwith a card in the post.
She's my hero.
Never complains about anything.
(02:31):
Not an Ill word to say aboutanyone really, except how legal
case the people involved, ofwhich some of them, she's
scathing, but only on aprofessional level.
Never personal.
She's the most incredible humanbeing I've ever met or known,
and somehow she's ended up madlyin love with me.
(02:56):
I am a lucky guy.
We try to blend in on visits,but that's even more difficult
than my attempts back on thewing.
We're like teenagers holdinghands and laughing.
My suspicion is the laughingprompted the complaint.
I've said many times, prisonersresent anyone receiving a perk.
(03:18):
But worse, they hate with avengeance, happiness.
Thankfully, I'd managed to seethe prison dentist.
My veneer had fallen off.
Luckily, it landed in a bowl ofporridge.
I'd stopped laughing and smilingsince it happened.
(03:39):
It's about as unglamorous as itgets, and 100% makes me look
pure jail.
Thankfully, the dentist bondedit back on, and although I was
in the knobhead orange tabard,at least I was back sporting the
Hollywood smile.
Around us were children that tobe frank, were a cross between
(04:01):
feral or out of control.
They were running wild while mumor dad slurped on the partner's
lips.
If you've ever heard a carpslurp on the surface of a lake,
then you'll have the idea ofwhat I'm saying.
There was a sort of family only10 feet away, a few tables
(04:22):
behind me.
It was embarrassing, not for us,but the two kids.
It was clear the kids, agedbetween about seven and 10, T
reckoned, felt uncomfortable atthe behaviour of their mum.
The bloke was not their dad, buthe had his hand between the
(04:44):
mum's legs playing with her furtrapper's hat.
It's crazy, humiliating, andsuper embarrassing for the kids,
let alone the rest of us whohave loved ones and family
visiting.
The inmate was a slob.
Didn't even look as though he'dbeen showered.
Personally, I felt for the kids.
(05:06):
What chance have they got whentheir mother and a prisoner are
prepared to get it on in aWalton visits room.
The slurping is a common thingand the sound effects cut
through the airwaves the most,but the unavoidable visuals are
a cross between simulated sex,heavy petting or groping and
(05:26):
fumbling.
The lads were gutted when Ireturned earlier than usual from
a love visit.
They know that all of my effortsin work are really only to
achieve an extra hour and morefreedom to use the phone than if
stuck on the wing.
It didn't help either that myphone credit was now down to
(05:47):
£3.62.
I felt awful, during and afterthe visit.
It's one of the fewopportunities I could speak to T
without the systemeavesdropping, reading my
letters or mail.
My most disappointing face waswhen she confirmed Jeremy was
avoiding calls from both her andJB.
(06:11):
He's been off the radar for overa week.
By Wednesday, the morning Lovecall had only 67 pence credit.
Barely enough to say, hi, I loveyou.
Hopefully my credit will go onlater, and it's over.
(06:33):
T has a way of bringing calm tomy frustration.
Shorter visits, legals notprogressing, no credit on my
phone.
It creates unnecessary stress.
Ironically, the phone creditwent on at 12.30.
But the phones went off at12.31.
(06:56):
Anyway, after 48 hours offeeling outta sorts and drained
to the point of collapse,suddenly my mojo returned on
Thursday.
I put the tiredness down to thedouble workouts I've been doing.
Restless sleep for a number ofreasons, bad diet, and no
sunlight even though it'sbeautiful outside.
(07:19):
T reminded me on the phone thatfour years ago to the day were
in Bath, as in the city, not atub of water.
We watched the 2012 LondonOlympics between trips to
Glastonbury, Stonehenge, andsomewhere else that I cannot
remember.
(07:41):
It is not uncommon to drift intohalcyon days of summer happiness
when the reality is between thelast Olympics and this, it has
been four years of drama.
Years of trying to clear my nameand the end result is worse than
one can imagine, penniless,discredited, and kicked around
(08:03):
like a worthless piece of trashby the legal system.
That aside, the world outsidecontinues.
T is off to her parents thisweekend, my daughter is having
an interview for a new job andmy mother told me earlier that
my cousin Karen has finallydied, of cancer.
(08:24):
She was only 53.
I never told T.
Truth was, I didn't want to ruinher break.
It hits home.
Ironically, I'm lucky but itconfirms how fragile life is.
I'd hardly seen my cousin sincewe were kids, but it's
(08:45):
remarkable, sat on top bunk andtransported back to youthful
memories.
I'll miss her funeral and thathurts.
Prison is not the place todigest or reflect upon sad
feelings.
Not for too long anyway.
(09:06):
Parked in sadness or melancholydevours a person in here.
I can't help think, what happensif one of my parents does not
make it until my release?
And a fear we all carry in here,what happens to us if we die in
here?
(09:27):
I've witnessed firsthand howgrotesque it is, a dead body
that is more of an inconveniencethan a sadness.
Families are fed bullshit ratherthan tragic realities.
Dying in prison is about asdesperate and sad an ending as
it gets.
(09:50):
Two of the lads off theListener's course have been
thrown in the block, Cueball andQ-Tip.
They're cousins.
They had a parcel seized and therumours are it contained six
ounces of Spice and a batch ofphones and chargers.
One of the medics in receptionwas strip searched and the
(10:10):
sniffer dog used.
It's serious and rumours areflying around.
I have my own take on this, butit's not for these pages.
Content such as this will almostcertainly put me in the Block
too.
Or a ship out if it's seized.
I'm lucky to have made it thisfar with the writing.
(10:35):
Time, or should I say, light hasbeaten me and it's almost time
to lay back on my bunk.
It's my turn to wind the radio.
The zoo beyond the door is inanother frenzy.
The rumour is, one of the ladsis plugged and the sly ones on
the wing are throwing him underthe bus, with shouts and
(10:56):
terrorising through the doors.
Best thing the kid could do isflush it down the toilet because
tomorrow morning after tonight'souting, he's getting raided.
I spoke to Jeremy finally.
He explained that the Legal Aidwas still slow, they're throwing
a spanner in the works.
(11:18):
I told him straight, I canhandle bad news, but what it
cannot handle is people goingoff the radar and I'm left in
the dark.
I may be in prison, but I'mstill a professional, so don't
treat me or my missus likenumpties.
The lads heard everything.
(11:39):
I was in the VP holding roomusing the phone, and they were
next door playing cards.
Young Neil said, never heard youtalk like that to someone
G-Dubz, do you fancy speaking tomy brief?
I'm being fucked around too.
(12:05):
It's the 25th of August, 2016.
I've said many times, it'sdifficult to thrive in an
environment where most peoplewant to see you fail.
I've never experienced or beenin a place whereby everything
you do potentially becomes athreat to another person's
status amongst their peers.
(12:29):
I've said countless times.
The vast majority in here do thebare minimum, and those who
demonstrate a willingness to domore is targeted, undermined,
and not welcome other than to bethe butt of someone's joke or
worse, to be bullied as aconsequence.
Try showing any motivation orwillingness to get on in jail
(12:50):
and you're fucked.
Johnny Koch left this morning.
Back to Whitemore..
It's a Cat A, high securityprison.
What a name and what acharacter.
He was featured in the Facebookof crime a few days back,
including his missus.
(13:10):
It's brutal, the fallout and howit impacts on loved ones.
He's been on our wing for thepast month or two, brought back
for his POCA trial.
We were not pals or close, butwe chatted when in the same
space.
Johnny was always polite andrespectful towards me.
(13:33):
He used to say, you've gotclass, I like that.
I remember him landing a coupleof months back.
I was on the servery when heappeared.
He's 70-ish and he ordered akosher meal.
Back then I thought, are youhaving a laugh?
(13:54):
But certain food is better thanthe normal pig swill and he was
old school and not stupid.
Johnny was Dutch, found guiltyof importation and distribution
of Class A drugs.
He had a swimming pool suppliesbusiness in Liverpool.
(14:14):
Ironically.
I'd remembered ringing the placea few years back when we needed
a pool guy.
Even I was surprised that a poolbusiness existed in Liverpool.
What really stands out about JK,however, and his notoriety, is
he is now in part two of hisconviction, POCA.
(14:37):
It's why he was back at Waltonfor the court appearance at the
QE2 courts.
To give you an idea of how CPSand the courts perceive Johnny
he's been landed, or they'repursuing, a one billion pound
POCA.
Ridiculous I know.
What makes it even moreridiculous is that T says she
(15:00):
sees his missus waiting at thebus stop after visits.
It's a reminder, don't feelsorry for yourself for too long,
someone always has it far worse.
I've nearly approached Johnny afew times to mention or plant
the seed I can write, or I'm awriter and if he's interested,
(15:23):
there could be an amazing bookthere.
You don't receive a billionpound POCA and you're
boring,uninteresting.
No.
But the timing has to be rightand now he's gone, albeit his
parting words were, I'll be backG.
(15:46):
This week I've been busy cuttinghair.
I call them£50 cuts becausethat's what I was used to in the
real world.
Yesterday I finished KinderEgg's Best Man speech.
He's supposed to be at thewedding next weekend, but HMP
put an end to that.
Instead, one of the other ladsis going to read it on his
(16:09):
behalf, albeit my words.
I find the lads are leaning onme more and more for the writing
stuff, especially legalresponses and/or prison apps.
Sometimes it's a letter,although I try not to write it
all, more the case ofencouraging or discussing, what
(16:34):
is it you're trying or wantingto say?
Very personal stuff and youwould be surprised who
approaches me.
Just so that you know, I'm noton some helping journey or
crusade or trying to prove I'mmore than I am capable of.
(16:54):
I'm not a do-gooder.
In fact, if the truth be known,I'm a very flawed man, just
trying to be a better version ofmyself each day.
But that can be misinterpretedor seized upon, and then
disfigured.
Toenails has a new fool in hisever decreasing posse, Flemmo.
(17:19):
I said outright.
He's your new gimp, and you'rescraping the barrel if he's the
best you can come up with to doyour dirty work.
I find nowadays, rather thansoak it up so much, be out of
the blocks first.
Flemmo tried to be funny andundermine me in front of the
lads, but the more he persisted,the more I noticed the lads
(17:41):
disliked him.
Instead of having a go at thisbrainless bald numpty, I chose
my moment when Toenails had anaudience.
What's all this, your new numberone, Flemmo?
He's still living at home withhis mum.
He's 48.
What's happened to you?
(18:02):
Where is your pulling power?
Is Flemmo the best gimp youcould recruit?
Toenails turned red.
Flemmo said he wasn't a gimp andlooked at his boss for support.
It never came.
I'll miss Johnny.
He was a character.
(18:23):
Carried an aura about him, evenat 70 plus years of age.
Like me, he kept things close tohis chest.
A billion pound POCA.
My instincts are he is receivingthe full 14 years because if or
probably when he loses, whateverthe final figure, he's not in a
(18:44):
position to pay it, and no doubthe's doomed to the rest of his
life behind bars.
He's had an incredible life, butto die in prison, well, it must
play on his mind.
My fear is, regardless of hisoptimism, of which I'm privy to,
(19:05):
and why the authorities aredetermined he's spending
whatever life he has left inhim, well, it will be spent in a
high security prison.
I can't help thinking, is thisthe long term plan for me?
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