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Wayne’s underworld

Soon after his release, Prospect's prisoner went down and out in Soho and Covent Garden, where crack flows as freely as champagne. He tried not to succumb...

It began innocently enough at King’s Cross station, just hours after my release from prison earlier this year. It was midday. Having travelled down to London by train from Lindholme prison near Doncaster, circumstances decreed that I visit the bank to withdraw some cash for my immediate needs. There was a branch of Barclays directly opposite the station concourse. That would do nicely, I thought, at least until I had the chance to visit my own branch (in more fashionable Regent Street) to sort out cash cards, cheque books, overdraft facilities-all the necessary accoutrements of modern living.

Gingerly, I crossed…

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