You filled your own tea from a large urn without sugar unless you bought your own from the prison shop. If you were on remand you could buy one ounce of tobacco which was in monetary terms like the crown jewels. You could buy chocolate; toothpaste, and other toiletries if you were on remand if you had money of course.
A big black guy behind him whispered “You up yet? Which meant was he up in court.’
“Next month said Darren; I need someone to get a message out for me; can you do it.’
“Cost you an ounce of Backy.’
“Done; I will write it out for you what number cell are you?’
26 on the A wing.’
“What you in for asked Darren?’
“What we all in here for on A Wing, Murder.’
“We are all innocent until proven guilty, right.’
“What you in fo’
“They said I killed a security guard during a robbery.’
“Yeah I heard that.’
“Five million wasn’t it; biggest robbery since they robbed the mail train in 1963.
“Nowt to do with me mate.’
“Fuck off you Geordie bastard said the black man from London; we all know it was you done it.’It’s right around the nick.’
“Now you are going to need protection; I can make sure that you get looked after here whilst you are on remand.’
“How much are we talking about here?’
“Two grand for a month pull the other one mate it’s got bells on.’
“The others will charge you three possibly four so make up you mind now. Darren took his tray and walked along where his plate was filled by a thin looking man who kept on making kissing noises with his lips.’
“Something wrong with you man asked Darren.’
“Just admiring the fresh meat on offer.’
“This meat isn’t for sale; do you get me?’
“Playing hard to get eh boys, I like that.’
“If you don’t want your arse hole enlarged I would take up my offer.’
Darren ignored him and the tea urn as the black man filled up his mug with the slop that they called tea. Darren had sachets of Nescafe in his cell so he filled his cup with boiling water then walked back to his cell. He quickly opened coffee and a dried milk sachet and emptied it into his mug and stirred it with a plastic spoon.’
Jonathan Hardington was expected to call that afternoon and he was bringing Tanya down with him.’
He sat eating the prison muck that they called food and took a drink from the mug of coffee to wash it down. Twenty minutes later they were ordered to slop out again where the trays plastic knives forks and spoons were counted from every prisoner in case they tried to make weapons with them. The favourite was to melt the end of the plastic and insert a couple of razor blades into it.
When it set it became a formidable weapon capable of inflicting the most gruesome of wounds to face and body. Many a prisoner has had an ear or nose cut off. Even worse were the alleged suicides of nine prisoners over the space of a month. The veins in their arms had been opened and they were left to bleed out as they tried in vain to get an officer to answer the buzzer in their cells.
Many officers just ignored the buzzers after lock up at ten o’clock the person sharing the cell would wait until the intended victim was asleep then make his move. He