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The prisoner

Peter Wayne goes on a three day journey around Britain's prisons and catches up on the local gossip

By Peter Wayne   November 1996

In the topsy turvy world that constitutes the penal estate, nothing is quite as straightforward as it seems. When it came to my transfer last week, from Stocken in Leicestershire to Lindholme prison near Doncaster in south Yorkshire, the 52-seater coach set off for the north in exactly the opposite direction.

The previous evening, I had crammed my belongings into boxes in preparation for the early start of a 70 mile roundabout journey I had been told was going to take three days to complete.

Nothing surprises me anymore after a criminal “career” which has spanned 15 years spent in…

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