Heaven (A Prison Diary 3)
Page 121
Shall We Tell the President?
Kane and Abel
The Prodigal Daughter
First Among Equals
A Matter of Honour
As the Crow Flies
Honour Among Thieves
The Fourth Estate
The Eleventh Commandment
Sons of Fortune
SHORT STORIES
A Quiver Full of Arrows
A Twist in the Tale
Twelve Red Herrings
The Collected Short Stories
To Cut a Long Story Short
PLAYS
Beyond Reasonable Doubt
Exclusive
The Accused
PRISON DIARIES
Volume One — Belmarsh: Hell
Volume Two — Wayland: Purgatory
DAY 725
MONDAY 21 JULY 2003
5.09 am
I had a good night’s sleep and rose early to take a shower. I pack my bags, so that no time will be wasted once the tannoy calls me across to reception.
I am touched by how many prisoners come to my room this morning, to shake me by the hand and wish me luck. However, it is not true, as one tabloid suggested, that I was given a guard of honour as I left the prison.
7.00 am
My last prison breakfast – cornflakes and milk. I can’t help looking at my watch every few minutes.