By Norman Parker, Frank Delaney
Revealing the key international of 1 of Britain's maximum safeguard jails as nobody at the outdoors may be able to think, Norman Parker has spent over part his lifestyles in criminal. He used to be published from criminal after 23 non-stop years in legal. From his arrival in Parkhurst within the early Seventies as a category-A prisoner, he combined with a few of Britain's toughest circumstances. Parkhurst is immensely difficult. yet Norman Parker has one designated caliber that helped maintain him there - he's a common observer of the human situation. There at shut quarters he encountered: gangsters, resembling Reg and Ron Kray and Eddie Richardson; armed robbers, together with nice educate Robber Buster Edwards; characters reminiscent of Billy G, a widely known London membership proprietor who went robbing with John McVicar; and "Lambo" Rony Lambrianou of the Krays, in addition to a bunch of others who might turn out that Parkhurst itself used to be this type of harmful position that you just needed to beware of your existence.
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Four coffees later I suggested I met the little bastard who was standing in our way. Quinn had me sign a form that exonerated the prison from any nastiness inflicted upon me, then inserted me thankfully into a cage full of lifers. , their leader. It was the beginning of a fifteen-year relationship conducted for the most part by correspondence, and although it wasn’t exactly 84 Charing Cross Road, both of us did sharpen our wits and our writing styles against each other, and I hope he enjoyed the experience as much as I did.
It could have been Benny Hill. He certainly wouldn’t have looked out of place. Needless to say, under these conditions the quality of the football left a lot to be desired. In fact, it wasn’t football as I’d ever seen it played. The pitch was so crowded that it was impossible to run with the ball. As soon as it appeared, the players would lash at it wildly with their feet. It reminded me of those amusement arcade games where, at the flick of a lever, miniature wooden footballers swung a leg at a little plastic ball.
But it was hardly our fault. Why should we have to spend a morning locked up in our cells just because their roof leaked? ‘It ain’t our fault that the roof leaks, guvnor,’ I said. ’ ‘I’m not having a dozen “A” men running about my landing all morning,’ he responded immediately, in a tone that brooked no argument. ‘Why don’t you bang the three of us up together,’ interjected John. Tomato Neck didn’t even hesitate. ’ His dismissive arrogance suddenly made me very angry. ‘Well, you’d better go and get some fucking help then,’ I said aggressively.
