David McMillan

Prison inmates are not allowed long trousers.

It's a big thing in there.

It's how you tell a prisoner from a non-prisoner.

But I was sweating, and everything was damp.

So I could feel a little tingle coming through from the current that was passing by.

But I also knew enough not to overreact.

Anyway, there's no choice.

No choice of anything here.

Nothing.

Get it right or that's it.

You're finished.

And at the wrong time of the day as they're getting their shit together, get out and start taking bribes.

It's hard work, wear them out.

Yeah.

Get ready.

So I slid to their little footpath that goes around the outside of the prison, and I had one little last ace up the sleeve.

One of the nominal jobs prisoners must work.

I can't remember who did my work and which factory, but I knew it was the umbrella factory because I'd taken the trouble to take a pop-up black umbrella.

so uh under the umbrella like uh ripley getting off the alien spacecraft i'm saying lucky lucky lucky to myself as i edge towards the front gate because i know where the front gate is this uh

footbridge or really cars can drive over bring in vans of prisoners and so on and goods in and out but i can't that's too much i can't go there but there's a little one i noticed at the side where the shop traders go and and i think there was a guard looking down on me because i poked out just have a little bit of a look at the towers to see who's looking down