Timmy crashed into the cell full of good humour. ‘All right, Georgio, my son? I had a lovely visit from the old woman and two of me girls. One of them’s pregnant, but it’s all right because the bloke’s gonna marry her, my brothers have seen to that. Family, eh? What would we do without them? Look at this.’

Timmy pushed under his nose a photograph of a girl of about twenty-one with a child in her arms. The child was a little girl about two years old and you could see they were mother and daughter.

‘That’s my Tracy. Her little girl’s called Corinne. Lovely little thing, ain’t she?’

Georgio nodded. ‘Very pretty, they both are.’ Timmy kissed the photograph and grinned. ‘Have a guess what my old woman told me. You know that young fella that just come on the Wing, Broomfield? Well, he’s a nonsense. He’s in here for interfering with little kids, the piece of shite! Seems he raped a five-year-old girl. I thought he was funny, because unlike most cons he never says a word about his blag. I’ll give him fucking blag! I thought he was a nice kid, you know, quiet type. I gave him a fucking roll-up the other night. You wait until I tell Lewis. He’ll have the screws’ guts for garters for not telling him. I bet they’re waiting to segregate him somewhere. He’s even got his own cell, ain’t he! By Christ we were all dense, we should have smelt that rat before it was stinking.’

‘He’s really a nonsense?’ Georgio’s voice was disgusted.

Timmy nodded. ‘Fucking real, ain’t it? Imagine putting him in here with us. But apparently, he’s a bit schiz, like - not all the ticket. He’ll be even worse when I’ve finished with him, the ponce! He raped a little girl, a little baby. Not even at school yet. She had to have thirty stitches after he’d finished with her. No wonder he likes watching the kids’ programmes, eh? Probably gets off on them.’ And Timmy stamped from the cell to regale everyone on the Wing with the news.