Any one of us can be attacked or caught up in a violent episode, and potentially or probably be knifed, slashed, coshed, swilled, strangled or battered brutally and viciously. Who do you become as a result of any of this, when on the receiving ...

Self-harming is as common as the cockroaches that appear each evening. The place is infested with self-harming severe mental health issues and men attempting suicide daily, to the entertainment of far too many lads on the wing.

Four lads went in on another inmate. Brutal attack apparently. They tried to cut his ears off because he's supposedly a nonce, aka a paedophile. Worse than the attack itself was the screaming from the lad.

Crime is bigger than both the Beatles and Liverpool Football Club in this city, and I am nestled in the epicentre of one of the most criminally minded group of men in Europe, and it's chaos of a different kind.

What was it like being GW? It was all crazy as fuck. I used to drink a lot, champagne back in those days. Vodka too...

Can you imagine being cooped up in a prison cell without any power? No lights, no TV, no hot water and no radio.

Nothing prepared me for this day. I'm not angry, bitter or resentful, but it hurts. It seems so unfair...

It's surreal how the X-rated antics in the outside world still manage to seep into prison.

It's the Wild West of mayhem, crammed in cells are lunatics and psychos, paedophiles and rapists, murderers, drug addicts and violent men.

My closest friend thus far is in for manslaughter. He killed his wife in what he describes as two minutes of madness when he just flipped.

How to make friends and influence people? Cut hair.

Unexpected often equates to being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a poor guy in his sixties who was new on the wing was caught up in the crossfire and his face slashed. He was only going for his morning shower.

So many lives shattered. One man's over, a prisoner for life with the M badge, his child only born a week ago, and here I am giving out Coco Pops. If it wasn't all so serious, then you could be forgiven for laughing.

None of us can guarantee we'll make it to the next morning. It's like Russian roulette. In one breath, one is pleased to wake up alive and unscathed, and on the other, there is only another day ahead of running the gauntlet, surrounded by priso...

One learns in prison to be grateful for very small things, most of which we take for granted in the real world.

There are two topics that carry their own stigma, both beginning with M. One is murder, criminal in the extreme, socially and legally unacceptable. The other is masturbation, and carries its own uncomfortable unease, but perfectly normal, and a...

What an almost comical scenario, four or five Samaritans in a chapel in a prison, with hardened criminals who are auditioning to be Listeners. And the main topic is suicide.

No one in their right mind would want to stay here longer than one night in this cockroach infested sewer.

If you want to study psychology, then come to prison.

There is a war, a battlefield, a frenzy. And someone horrible, never further than a few feet from where you stand, at any one time.

What goes on behind closed doors ranges from madness to badness, trauma to terrifying, and funny to intoxicating...

Daily, I see graphic scenes as a result of the blade slicing through flesh. It's like a cross between a war zone and a slasher movie.

As a result of this morning's stabbings and slashings, the inmates are armed to the teeth with blades to protect themselves. Life in here is as fantastical as it is scary.

I have no idea how a person processes the notion of a life sentence coming down the track. 

The clock ticks slowly, taunting like a hangman's noose waiting for an occupant. Nobody wants to hear the wrong result.