There was no light. The outside window which was impossibly dark, was comparable to a small cake tin. Even the shimmering lights of London’s financial district didn’t penetrate the drizzle-spattered window.
My quarters, rather unsurprisingly resembled a cell; tall enough for your average NBA player but around the width of a coffin. The walls were bare white metal; contrary to what the Daily Mail may have you believe I’ve yet to see a flat screen television in a prison transport. Read More
“Take him down.”
And that was that. I had been sentenced to forty months.
The thing that stands out about most about my hearings is the juxtaposition of the “lengthy investigation” as claimed by the Crown: there was virtually no investigation by the Crown and the whirlwind speed with which my fate was decided. Read More
“Education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom”-George Washington Carver
There is an old prison joke from the 1970’s which goes something like this -
Two Lags are chatting over pints in the pub. Read More
One: “I hear Tommy’s back out again.”
Two: “Yeah, he got a BA in Sociology while he was inside”.
One: “So, he’s going straight?”
Two: “Nah, he’s still a bank robber, he just knows why he does it now”.
Were you to tell that to a prisoner in 2016, he might laugh at the punchline, but the enlightened education system it alludes to would very likely be lost on him. The reality for today’s prisoners is far removed from the halcyon days of the 1970’s.