Monthly Archives: January 2016

Journeys in a prison sweatbox

I’ve had scores of journeys in sweatboxes (prison vans) and if you’ve been in jail, so, probably, have you. But for those of you who might read this that haven’t had the pleasure, here’s what it’s like. First, a brief description of the vehicle: The sweatbox is a cellular style of transport in the form of […]

Life on the out: wasted

I push, scrape and pile the white powder into a line. I smooth out the crumpled £20 note in my wallet and make an impromptu tube.   As I lower my nostril to the mound of powder, negative thoughts ricochet in my mind like a stray bullet, fuck life! fuck everything! no one cares! I […]

I shouldn’t be seen dead talking to a screw

    “Waaah gwan bredgrin?” I turn to see someone that looks like a pop star who’s having a bit of a career hiatus. With overly gelled, spiked hair and the beginnings of a loosening jowl, Mr C made every effort to be on trend, that’s if style was solely influenced by the nineties. There […]