ABSTRACT
When he wasn’t asleep, he would spend his time gossiping, or hatching some plot or other to wangle more drugs out of the doctor. Since I was then the new doctor on the wing, most of his considerable pharmaceutical mischief found its way in my direction. Most prison officers told me that such behaviour was only to be expected from an ‘old lag’, now in his middle forties, who had spent almost his whole life behind bars.
