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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Big</strong> <strong>Breach</strong>; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments <strong>of</strong> http://www.192.comsome money by virtue <strong>of</strong> a `little venture' and decided to treat hismother to a weekend in Monte Carlo. `I came out <strong>of</strong> the bleedin' CasinoRoyale,' he continued, `all spruced up in me dinner jacket, and therewas a bright yellow Lamborghini Diabolo parked outside. I thought tomissel', ``I'll have that'', so I went up to the gar‡on and told him toget the keys to me macinino pronto. <strong>The</strong> little con went and fetched theLambo' from where it was parked and handed it over! I was with me Mamand she was saying, `No Ronnie, don't do it, don't do it', but I shovedher in the front and told her to shut up. We were halfway to the CostaBrava before the flics nicked us.' Jail in Monaco was, according toRonnie, a `piece <strong>of</strong> pissoir.' Dutch jails too were a breeze. `<strong>The</strong>y keptpayin' me to go on drug-rehab courses, but I was so stoned I kept `avinto start again.' Swiss jails were `like bleedin' Hiltons' and Spanish,French and German jails were all `a touch' compared to British prisons.Even the experienced Dobson and Craggs were in awe <strong>of</strong> Ronnie's prisonknowledge. `Which country would you say has the best jails then?' askedDobson, who was considering a career move abroad if he were acquittedfrom his current <strong>of</strong>fence.Ronnie furrowed his brow for a second. `Ah, there's no fuckin' contest.You wanna get yoursel' in a fackin' Icelandic jail. <strong>The</strong>y're a bleedin'swan. I was getting paid œ100 per week to sweep the yard, only I didn't`ave to do it if it were covered in snow, which was all fackin' year. Icame out rich like a bleedin' rag'ead.'One bitterly cold afternoon I was pacing the exercise yard furiously,trying to keep warm against a biting wind and cursing to myself aboutthe circumstances that had lead to my imprisonment. Other prisonerswere huddled in the corners <strong>of</strong> the yard sheltering from the wind,except Mockalenny who had stripped to the waist and was energeticallydancing in a puddle in the middle <strong>of</strong> singing the Lord's prayer with hisarms raised to the sky. Suddenly, a meaty hand clasped my shoulder frombehind. I spun round, brushing the assailant's hand away and bracingmyself for trouble. It was a relief to see a grin on the gnarled butfriendly face <strong>of</strong> an elderly prisoner from spur two. `You're that spyfella, aren't you?' he asked. Before I could reply, he introducedhimself. `<strong>The</strong> name's Henderson, Pat Henderson . . .' (a grin crumplingat the familiar joke). `I wanted a word with you,' he continued. `Doyou know a bloke called George Blake?'`I've heard <strong>of</strong> him,' I replied, `if we're talking about the same GeorgeBlake.' George Blake was the last MI6 <strong>of</strong>ficer to go to prison for abreach <strong>of</strong> the OSA in 1950. After spending six years in prison heescaped and fled to Moscow. `Yeah, that's the one,' Henderson laughed.`I was in Wormwood Scrubs with him, years back. A cracking fellow. Hewent over the wall one night.'I laughed at the irony <strong>of</strong> ending up in jail with somebody who knewBlake.`What's he up to now?' Henderson asked.`I think he's living in Moscow these days,' I replied.`Well if ever you get to meet him, make sure you give him my regards,'Henderson beamed.page- 182 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version <strong>of</strong> this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com