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PRISON DIARIES

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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.

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