scottish-prisons

When the infamous Shotts riot of _93 kicked off, Dingus was in the hall but he never started it or took any part in it whatsoever, he just sat in one of his friend__ cell, smoking hash, waiting for the riot to end. Dingus had seen all the crazy shit before.

The screws have brought all the revenge attacks on themselves. Most prisoners that have done some nasty damage in the system have come through the young offenders, where that was just a breeding ground for hatred from the screws point of view. They were famous for bullying and battering young, defenceless boys to the point of death, in some cases.

Porkie and me came to some sort of agreement with the screw and the nurse, and after some haggling we gave ourselves up. After that, I never saw my friend Porkie again until we appeared at Edinburgh High Court, where we each got six years on top of our sentences for one night of madness. That just shows you how drugs can get a grip over your mind.

I waltzed into the hall with my escort of five screws like some rapper with his well-paid entourage. A fiendish looking, little bastard with blonde hair and a crooked nose came up to me and said, __kay, Holland, welcome to Shotts. Welcome to the man-eater!