After I’d taken over Doreen I walked up to the gate and waited. The big galoot screw guard just stared.

‘Are ya gunna stand there gawking all day or are ya gunna let me in?”

The guard let Doreen in, or so he thought.

Soon after that I was interviewed. Lousy pigs wanted to add another 5-10 years to her sentence even though the robbery never happened. Fucken Vera was there smirking, They did say that Mrs McBride hadn’t pressed charges, Good old Aunty. I bet bloody Trevor stuck the knife in though. It probably didn’t help either that I called the cop a pig and told him to piss off. I told all of them what the deal is here. They lock us up or they bash us. They didn’t give a shit though. They all stick together.

After that Vinegar took me to me room and on the way, we passed Karen’s cell. She was in there, looked like she’d been crying. Crocodile tears, bit late for that love. I could see my letter on her bed too. What a stupid waste of time at had all been. If it hadn’t been for her, I would never have escaped. I ran at her then, angry with her and even angrier at me. I hit her and Vera dragged me away.

Then that old bitch Bea put her oar in so I told her ‘Bite ya bum’ I quite enjoyed that actually. If she knew it was me she’d crack a shit but I doubt she’d do anything to Doreen. You should have seen her face when I said it. She threatened to knock Doreen’s teeth out but I don’t buy it. Yeah right y’ ugly old bag.

After that Lizzie tried it on, saying she was ‘Sorry to hear about Franky’ Maybe the grog’s affected her memory. She’d called me queer and said I should be shot just before we escaped, and she’d accused me of killing her mangey cat. I gave her what for, old phoney drunk, and her new cell mate. Dopey bitch. Good to have a hot cuppa coffee but.

When we woke up the next morning, I decided to make some changes. I tried to put my hair into my old style with some grease, It wasn’t quite right but it was better than pigtails or plaits. I lit a fag and went into the rec room. Karen was teaching a new bunch of no hopers.  I hope they don’t try anything on or she’ll slap them too. Naughty teacher. She’s just leading them on, doesn’t give a shit about them, only herself. I wrote “Karen killed Franky’ on the blackboard before pushing it over. I’m doing real good Mrs Travers or should I day ‘I’m doing well’’ stuck up little tease.