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The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.comclunking of the heavy locks and the slapping of the flaps. Oneirritated prisoner banged his metal waste-paper bin against the celldoor and soon everybody joined in. I lost my temper too, and kicked mycell door so hard that I bruised my toe, making me madder still.A few prisoners who had not yet gone into their cells were putting up aprotest, Craggs the most vociferous. I heard Mr Richards hollering atCraggs, Ìn your cell, Craggs!' even his good humour tested to thelimit.Ì'm havin' my fucking mug of water,' screamed back Craggs.`Craggs, get in your cell NOW!'The argument was hotting up and I hopped over to my flap. The screw hadslammed it shut with such haste that it had bounced back open slightlyand the spur floor was just visible. Mr Richards was standing in frontof the hot water urn, blocking the furious Craggs. `Craggs, if you takeone step closer, you're down the block.'Craggs glared at Mr Richards and then rushed, leaping for his throat.Mr Richards just had time to press his belt alarm before the angryinmate was on top of him. Craggs' moment of vengeance and glory wasshort-lived. He was quickly overpowered by screws bursting in from theother spurs and was hauled off down to the segregation block, never tobe seen again.The tension of the day's events was too much for Mockalenny. Thatevening at unlock for dinner he emerged from his cell wearing nothingbut his underpants, singing `God save our Princess Anne' to the tune ofthe British national anthem. He had painted his face with toothpastefor tribal war paint, had fashioned a head-band out of threads from hisblanket and was brandishing a pool-cue like a spear. The screws allowedhim get his dinner, still singing and waving his spear. When he hadeaten his meal and we were all banged-up once more, he was escortedfrom the spur and we never saw him again either.A few days before release, Mr Richards called me up for anotherprobation visit. Making my way over to the legal visits rooms, I wasexpecting to see the pretty young officer again. But this time it was asenior male officer who didn't smile or shake hands in greeting.`Tomlinson, here's your probation conditions.' He handed me a two-pagesheet. `You will not be allowed to leave the country after you arereleased and you will have to hand both your British and New Zealandpassports to the Metropolitan police SB. You will not be allowed tospeak to any journalists or any members of the media. If you do youwill be immediately reimprisoned. Do you understand?' I nodded, thoughI found it difficult to believe that they could impose such Stalinistconditions. Ànd finally, you will not be allowed to use the internetor e-mail.'`You're not serious,' I laughed. `Don't tell me, I am not allowed touse a telephone either, or read a newspaper, I suppose?'The probation officer glared humourlessly at me, and didn't reply.page- 195 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com
The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.comDobson kept telling me that the last few days before release would bethe longest of my life but they were little different from any of theothers. Even when the remaining days of incarceration could be countedon my fingers, the intense feeling of anger at my imprisonment neverleft me. The manner in which MI6 had dismissed me, abused their powersto block my right to expose their malpractice with the argument thatthe courts were `not secure,' and then hypocritically and glibly usedthe same courts to sentence me still rankled deeply. Unable to come toterms with my fate like the other prisoners, even one day ofincarceration was too much. All the six months of boring frustrationhad succeeded in doing was to increase my resolve to publish this book.FRIDAY, 1 MAY 1998LONDON14. ON THE RUN`Morning, Tomlinson, you're out and about early,' Mr Richards greetedme cheerfully as he pushed open my door at 7 a.m. He must have unlockedmany other prisoners on their release days, but he still got pleasurefrom it. The previous evening I gave my spare food, magazines and booksaway, leaving only a few items to stuff into a bin liner while MrRichards held the cell door open. He gave me a moment to bang up Dobsonand Onion-head to say goodbye through their flaps.`Good luck wi' yer book. If ye' need a hand smugglin' it into Britain,yer know who to call,' shouted Dobson, already up and reading at hisdesk.`Tell èm I'm an innocent man!' yelled Onion-head from his pit. MrRichards then escorted me down the now-familiar corridors to reception.Ànd I hope I never see you again,' Mr Richards said with a smile as hehanded me over to the reception staff.Even though my release was imminent, there were still the familiarstrip-searches, X-rays and long waits in smoke-filled holding-pens.`You might be nicking something for all we know,' explained onereception screw. `Them prison shirts are all the rage at the Ministryof Sound these days.'The process had dragged on for three hours when a screw stuck his headaround the door of the holding-cell. `Which one of you's Tomlinson,then?' he asked, glaring around at us. I stuck up my hand. `You'rewanted down at Scotland Yard this afternoon, 3 p.m.,' he announcedseriously, ànd you've to take your passports.' The releasees waitingwith me whistled and cheered. `You'll be back in ère Monday morningthen,' laughed one black guy. `They'll charge you with somfin' newtonight, hold you in the police cells over the weekend, then nick yerback ère Monday sharp.' It was gut-wrenching to know he was probablyright. If MI6 were planning on bringing new charges, they would do iton a Friday afternoon, meaning a long weekend in the police cells untila Monday court appearance.Stepping through the heavy gate of HMP Belmarsh clutching my bin liner,brought no feeling of jubilation, just a quiet sense of relief that itwas over and pleasure at seeing my mother waiting for me. Thankfullypage- 196 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com
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