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Kevin had a visit this afternoon from his wife and children He tells me his fourteen-year-old is now taller than he is, and his nine-year-old can’t understand why he doesn’t coht

Mr Gilford, the duty officer, hovers at h Kevin is a Listener, it’s perhaps time for him to move on I ask Mr Gilford if I can empty the re – only one bite taken from the fritter He nods The moment I return, the cell door is slammed shut

I sit on the end of the bed and begin to go through my letters Just over a hundred in the first post, and not one of the how the British people do not reflect the views of the press – I’ve kept every letter just in case my lawyers want to inspect them: three Members of Parliament, David Faber, John Gummer and Peter Lilley, and two me those early writers One former minister not only says how sorry he is to learn that I’-up was a travesty of justice, and the sentence inexplicable

I begin to make a mental list of my real friends

Day 6

Tuesday 24 July 2001

544 am

I seem to have settled back into my usual sleep pattern I wake around 530 a session just as I would if I were in the tranquillity of ht

Ithe day, and then the followingI pen the full script, which usually comes to about three thousand words I also scribble a note whenever I overhear a casual reotten only moments later

I am just about to shave – a process I now take some considerable time over, not just because I have time, but also because I don’t want to be cut to ribbons byon the cell door My tinyis flicked open and Ms Newsoet your things ready’

I should have realized by now that such a warning would be followed by at least a two-hour wait, but inexperience causes ether s My only concern is thatme this afternoon and I wouldn’t want them to see me unshaven

I gather everything together and, as if I were returning home at the end of a holiday, I find I have far more possessions than I started out with By the tie HM Prisons plastic bag, I begin to feel apprehensive about

1007 am

My cell door is thrown open again, and I join a dozen or so prisoners who are also being transferred to Block One I recognize one or two of them from the exercise yard They can’t resist a chorus of ‘Good , Jeff’, ‘Hoas your breakfast, my Lord?’, and ‘Wewith us’

Kevin slips into the back of the line to tell me that my white shirt has been washed and pressed by Peter, and he’ll have it sent over to Block One this afternoon, but I’ll have to make out a new provisions list, as each house block has its own canteen