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signed, the offender would be escorted to a cell by lock up staff and we
               would be back out in the fresh air.

               The first early shift started with a tour that would have seemed like a tourist
               experience, had it not been for the incessant zoo-like cacophony from over a
               hundred restless inmates and a foul stench of combined human odours. I was
               handed a set of cell-door keys on a chain that had to be signed out and in
               at the beginning and end of every shift. For the next three months, I would be
               immersed in a world of human filth and desperation. It would take some
               adapting and I confess I had to ‘fake’ it until I adjusted to the scene.

               The movements of remand prisoners, to and from court had to be properly
               documented and daily reports prepared for the Home Office. Under the
               supervision of a Sergeant, completing these forms was one of my
               responsibilities.

               A couple of prisoners, on remand for lesser offences, acted as ‘trustees. These
               chaps trod a thin line between remaining one of the detained and a
               privileged inmate working alongside the ‘screws’ (us). It is not difficult to
               imagine the problems with trust in that environment.

               Walking the landings, I would hear
               prisoners shouting out “Boss”, the
               common term prison inmates use
               to address a screw (Prison Officer).

               It might be a request for a cup of
               tea or someone complaining they
               hadn’t been fed their evening
               meal. I was warned against
               getting too immersed in                    Figure 38 Prisoners clothes and footwear were left outside the cell
               conversation with any prisoner
               through the metal hatch in their cell door. This was so that we would be alert
               to ‘distraction’ tactics employed by prisoners. It was not unheard of for an
               untrustworthy trustee to pass objects or contraband to other criminals if we
               ‘screws’ allowed ourselves to be distracted. Pre-warned, I was determined
               this wouldn’t happen on my watch.
               Prison Life Social Hierarchy

               It was during my time at Lock-Up that I learned about the Social Hierarchy
               among the prisoners.

               In every prison across the world, there is a certain hierarchy system whereby
               the highest social class is considered the most dangerous and is highly feared
               within the prison walls.  As class decreases, so does the social status of the
               prisoner.  The treatment given to prisoners by other prison mates also                             Page81
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