Chopper laughed, and stripping off his underwear, stood in all his glory before Georgio, a half-smile on his face. Georgio’s eyes were immediately drawn to the biggest penis he had ever seen in his life.

Chopper, obviously used to the reaction, grinned, showing incredibly white teeth.

‘You’ll get used to seeing it, man, it always takes people like that the first time, especially the women!’

Walking to the cell door, Chopper removed the wedge and started banging on the metal with his fist.

‘Open this fucking door up, will you? I want to have a shite!’ Turning to Georgio he said nonchalantly, ‘People always think my nickname’s because I use an axe. But as you now know, that’s not true.’

The door was opened by a warder and, picking up a towel, Chopper walked out on to the landing.

Georgio followed him, in spite of himself amazed at the reaction of the men around them. Chopper, stark naked, strolled down to the showers like a prize stallion. Sadie, coming out of his cell, squealed with delight. ‘Oi, love, I’ll have half!’

Grinning, Chopper walked into the shower room.

Making a face at Georgio, Timmy said in awe, ‘Fuck me, he must use a bar of soap just washing his donger!’

Lewis was already in the shower room. He had finished his ablutions and smiled at Georgio as he passed him.

Big Petey Jones called across the shower room: ‘All right, Chopper? Long time no see. I heard you’d stuck your cock out the window in Durham and half the nick disappeared over the wall by sliding down it!’

Chopper, still grinning, put down his towel. Taking his bar of Camay, he went over to a bull-necked Irishman called Davey O’Keefe.

Davey was watching him warily, and the men realised that something was going down.

The shower room went silent.

‘Hello, Davey, long time no see.’

He nodded. ‘All right, Chopper?’

Chopper put his hands on his hips and said loudly, ‘Now when was the last time we met? Oh, I remember. It was in Durham top security. You’d just grassed me up on an attack I had made on your mate - what was his name?’

Davey stared at the Colossus in front of him without saying a word. He was resigned; he knew he was for a hiding and he just wanted it over with.

‘That’s it - Tommy Blackmoore. A slag of the first water. I know you was his mate, Davey, so don’t take this too personally.’

As Chopper raised his fist, Davey O’Keefe was underneath his arm and on his way out of the shower room. Suddenly, the thought of the hiding was more than he could bear.