I first started writing in a foreign prison in 1998. The prison was the infamous Carabanchel, in Madrid, Spain. I say ‘was’ because that evil place has now been demolished, but like Belsen and Alcatraz, it will never be forgotten.
I realised I was in a situation that demanded great presence of mind to survive and perhaps start writing a journal to record the events that will take place during the run up to the ‘last rites,’ the final fetid gasps of breath this evil beast has to take as its gates close finally behind the last of its inmates. Little did I know that I was to be the last Englishman to be held here and that my pen was to continue its scribbling for many years to come.
I must first tell you that writing has turned my life around and I am no longer the adrenalin junkie that I used to be, which caused my incarceration in the first place. Actually, there’s more to it than that, but that is not for this brief introduction; those stories are in my books.