Category revolving prison doors

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 […]

Teaching in prison, revolving doors and riveting reads

      I’ve been told to put my money where my mouth is and write what I really think about prison education.   I have to come clean and admit that I’m good at getting other people to write but not so hot at doing it myself. I spent 13 years inside a London […]