Discussion
sjp63 said:
Fidgits said:
Maxf said:
Plotloss said:
kiwisr said:
Would anyone here server 5 years for £10 million?
Thats equivalent to a salary of £2m per year inside.:thinks:
Yeah, probably.
Compared to 70 grand for 13 weeks in the Big Brother house it sounds like heaven...
jagdpanther said:
groomi said:
Fidgits said:
dont forget, those 5 years wont cost you a penny in living costs
Unless you have the misfortune to be subsequently found innocent... 
I would take £10m for 20 months
kiwisr said:
jagdpanther said:
groomi said:
Fidgits said:
dont forget, those 5 years wont cost you a penny in living costs
Unless you have the misfortune to be subsequently found innocent... I would take £10m for 20 months
Unless he was caught speeding, then he would go to the gallows
I must be getting old, I wouldn't take the cash....I'd rather be free(well as free as you can be in Labias Britain).
Think about all the wonderfull stuff you have experienced over the last 5 years and place a value on it.Likewise place a value on the plans you have for the coming five years, some of the oportunities/experiences you will miss out on could never be repeated.e.g. families birthdays,weddings,christenings or what ever..... Bear in mind that all of your assets would be siezed whilst you are inside as well......
Think about all the wonderfull stuff you have experienced over the last 5 years and place a value on it.Likewise place a value on the plans you have for the coming five years, some of the oportunities/experiences you will miss out on could never be repeated.e.g. families birthdays,weddings,christenings or what ever..... Bear in mind that all of your assets would be siezed whilst you are inside as well......
To return to the topic, I have no experience of prison but wouldn't want to do it thanks. Being brought up thinking it was the worst hell hole imaginable (evemn iof it wasn't, it's the perception) taught me I'd rather play straight. Breathing clean air and not watching my back (arse) are priceless, thanks.
I'm guessing there must be some PHers on here who've done bird at some point so what was it like - a walk in the park?
£10m? For five years? If I can have solitary, then not a problem. Walking around with smelly cons? No ta.
I'm guessing there must be some PHers on here who've done bird at some point so what was it like - a walk in the park?
£10m? For five years? If I can have solitary, then not a problem. Walking around with smelly cons? No ta.
Edited by MikeyT on Monday 24th September 17:57
Maxf said:
I was buying an expensive (ish) sub woofer for my home cinema kit a few months ago. The shop had a top line model in (about 3k iirc), but it was sold pending delivery to HMP Peterborough where a convict who was in Prison (after sentencing) was having it for his cell. Apparently he also had a decent TV etc as well. All from the manager of the shop - who couldnt sell me expensive stuff from stock as it was going to prison.
He also said they sold several HD projectors for use in the common areas.
i know someone who works for the prison in Peterborough. i can categorically say no prisoner has a tv except the 14" beko portable they issue. some have stereos, none worth more than £100 or so. not permitted. they can have a PS2, portable dvd player etc, but only if they save for it from the money they earn. anyone with any questions about life inside feel free to ask or message me.He also said they sold several HD projectors for use in the common areas.
BERGS2 said:
wondering - on the back of the chap getting jailed for (albeit very excessive) speeding thread - what life is actually like in prison in Britain in 2007?
on the basis that paedophiles seem to be increasingly getting let off, whilst pensioners are jailed for non-payment of council tax - whether the socio-demographics of those inside have changed of late....
an PHers posting from jail?
open prisons?
my propensity to lawbreak is clearly at its highest for many years - what are the potential consequences?
rent free living for a year or so whilst tring to avoid 'big Dave' in the showers? or living in a underclass comune?
genuinly interested in any experiences fellow PHers may have had.
Ever been to Butlins? That's worse than prision, so should give you an idea as to how "bad" prision is.on the basis that paedophiles seem to be increasingly getting let off, whilst pensioners are jailed for non-payment of council tax - whether the socio-demographics of those inside have changed of late....
an PHers posting from jail?
open prisons?
my propensity to lawbreak is clearly at its highest for many years - what are the potential consequences?
rent free living for a year or so whilst tring to avoid 'big Dave' in the showers? or living in a underclass comune?
genuinly interested in any experiences fellow PHers may have had.
HTH.
doing time in prison is not hard. those sentenced to a custodial will go from court to a B cat local prison typically. its rare for those serving under a year to move prisons, but that depends onn the number of spaces in C or D Cat prisons. prison life itself is easy - 3 reasonably edible meals, Tv, gym most days, etc etc. the hardest thing to deal with is isolation. you generally get thrown in a cell with a total stranger, not knowing who or what they are, dealing with the general scum who treat the place as a second home. most prisoners get association - time out of cell to shower, play pool, phone home etc etc every day for a couple of hours, but some can be on 23hr bang up, depends on the prison and the staff levels.
anyone could do time if they had to, its just a case of keeping your head screwed on, learning how the place runs, being respectful to staff etc etc.only the knobs have a hard time in prison, and only because they make it hard for themselves.
anyone could do time if they had to, its just a case of keeping your head screwed on, learning how the place runs, being respectful to staff etc etc.only the knobs have a hard time in prison, and only because they make it hard for themselves.
frazer guest said:
Zod said:
The big problem with a short prison sentence for many of us would be the effect on our careers. Prison doesn't look good on a professional CV.
Irrelavent if your self employed.kiwisr said:
It's an interesting point. And I wonder amount would tempt some people to go to prison.
Just the other day I was reading about a fraudster (VAT I think) that was currently in court. £10 miilion had vanished into thin air, he gave the excuse he just diidn't know where it had gone. The judge has given him the option of 10 years or full repayment (well at least accounting for where the money is). Of course that'll be 5 years and then up for parole.
Would anyone here server 5 years for £10 million?
I know of a similar case where someone is (or was...may be released now) serving 5 years with around 5 million waiting when he gets out. This is also a VAT fraud case and he was more than happy to do it when i last spoke to him.Just the other day I was reading about a fraudster (VAT I think) that was currently in court. £10 miilion had vanished into thin air, he gave the excuse he just diidn't know where it had gone. The judge has given him the option of 10 years or full repayment (well at least accounting for where the money is). Of course that'll be 5 years and then up for parole.
Would anyone here server 5 years for £10 million?
I caused an accident after losing control of my car. It was sideways straddling both sides of a B road, a motorcyclist coming the other way came around a blind bend to be confronted with a car blocking the road. The impact launched him over my (destroyed) car and dumped him on the middle of the road, unconcious. His bike had been thrown some 14 metres back the way it came. My car dangled precariously over the edge of a drop past the verge.
After about a minute or so of getting my breath back following the airbag deploying, I realised I'd caused a very serious accident. I'd seen the motorcyclist only for a split second before the impact imploded against the B piller behind my head and shattered every window on the car. My sunglasses had disappeared from my face, glass from the door window was mingled with blood dripping from my face.
There was no way of opening the drivers door, I clambered over the passenger seat and observed one of the worst sights of my life.
For about 50 metres down the direction I'd come from, were the tell tale black lines of a skidding car. These were only interrupted by gouge marks on the road surface where car had met bike. In the middle of this lay the biker, motionless, unconscious, a mess. Onlookers, other motorists, were out of their cars but nothing more than background fuzz.
By the time I got out of the car, some other bikers had begun trying to help the badly injured guy laying on the centreline of the road. For a long minute, he didn't move, he didn't seem to breath. I'd just killed a man. Then some movement, some spluttering. Blind panic from someone who's just woken up to wish that he hadn't. His girlfriend, who had been a few minutes further behind on her own bike, arrived. Screaming and wailing, wondering how this has come to happen. No doubt a million thoughts all arriving at once. Most of them fearing the worst.
First aiders helped on the scene, I didn't know how to help medically. I was guilty, impotent and wondering how I'd gone from an enthusiastic drive to a potential killer in the space of 50 metres. It only took 3 or 4 minutes for the Police to arrive, I volunteered myself immediately as the guilty party. I was breath tested and questioned on-scene, sat in a Volvo, bleeding on the back seats whilst in full view of the prone motorcyclist, by this time being worked on by the paramedics who'd arrived, hoping the patient could last long enough for the air ambulance to arrive.
I'll never forget that poor man, lying there screaming for his helmet to be taken off, his girlfriend in tears and despair and me, not badly injured, no reason to have caused this, other than wanting to enjoy the road.
The motorcyclist spent days in intensive care, being treated for most of his right arm being smashed to pieces, his collarbone wrecked, serious head injuries, damaged eye socket, chipped bones on his ankle and a massive nerve injury. A year later and even after a number of operations, he still has many to go to correct his broken body and his impaired eyesight. The nerve damage to his dominant right arm means he'll never regain full use of it. He can no longer support his children by working on the rigs as he did beforehand.
My car was impounded by the Police and kept from the day of the accident, 30th April 2006 until the July. I was first formally interviewed in June 2006, then again in September. I was charged via postal summons in November last year. Magistrates passed the case to Crown Court on 13/12/06, as their sentencing powers were not sufficient and at that point I knew I was going to prison.
10 days short of a year after my accident, I pleaded guilty and was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment and banned from driving for 3 years, for dangerous driving. Aside from the odd speeding conviction (I was driving 65,000 miles a year for the previous 10 years), I had never been in trouble with the Police before.
There was no feeling, no shock, no crying or anger when I was sent down from that court room. Just numbness. As the judge finished his sentencing, I had just one opportunity of shouting to my other half how much I loved her, before being lead into the downstairs of the court. The guard, a nice guy in his late 50s, explained that he had to handcuff me to himself, and down I went. Immediately down, through a number of locked, barred gates, to a booking in counter. All my possessions, and my belt, taken. My height measured. All my details recorded. Then 4 hours in a windowless cell with nothing but a wooden bench and contemplation for company.
4.30pm on a sunny Friday afternoon, leaving a happy looking Carlisle, but for me, in the back of a paddywagon. Watching people leaving school and work with a smile on their faces, looking forward to a weekend of choices. I was heading to HMP Durham.
You can say what you like about prison, and how easy it is, how great you think the facilities are, how prison is like a holiday camp. It's none of those things. It's a demeaning, soul-less place full of sad and sometimes evil people who have lives none of us would ever want or even imagine. All the freedoms you take for granted are removed in the name of control and security to the point that you're constantly reminded how little value society as a whole places on your miserable little existence.
I could write reams and reams about the prison system and the feelings being in it evoke, but I fear to do so would be heavy reading for the casual PHer. I would be happy to answer any questions people have about prison or my ordeal, though.
After about a minute or so of getting my breath back following the airbag deploying, I realised I'd caused a very serious accident. I'd seen the motorcyclist only for a split second before the impact imploded against the B piller behind my head and shattered every window on the car. My sunglasses had disappeared from my face, glass from the door window was mingled with blood dripping from my face.
There was no way of opening the drivers door, I clambered over the passenger seat and observed one of the worst sights of my life.
For about 50 metres down the direction I'd come from, were the tell tale black lines of a skidding car. These were only interrupted by gouge marks on the road surface where car had met bike. In the middle of this lay the biker, motionless, unconscious, a mess. Onlookers, other motorists, were out of their cars but nothing more than background fuzz.
By the time I got out of the car, some other bikers had begun trying to help the badly injured guy laying on the centreline of the road. For a long minute, he didn't move, he didn't seem to breath. I'd just killed a man. Then some movement, some spluttering. Blind panic from someone who's just woken up to wish that he hadn't. His girlfriend, who had been a few minutes further behind on her own bike, arrived. Screaming and wailing, wondering how this has come to happen. No doubt a million thoughts all arriving at once. Most of them fearing the worst.
First aiders helped on the scene, I didn't know how to help medically. I was guilty, impotent and wondering how I'd gone from an enthusiastic drive to a potential killer in the space of 50 metres. It only took 3 or 4 minutes for the Police to arrive, I volunteered myself immediately as the guilty party. I was breath tested and questioned on-scene, sat in a Volvo, bleeding on the back seats whilst in full view of the prone motorcyclist, by this time being worked on by the paramedics who'd arrived, hoping the patient could last long enough for the air ambulance to arrive.
I'll never forget that poor man, lying there screaming for his helmet to be taken off, his girlfriend in tears and despair and me, not badly injured, no reason to have caused this, other than wanting to enjoy the road.
The motorcyclist spent days in intensive care, being treated for most of his right arm being smashed to pieces, his collarbone wrecked, serious head injuries, damaged eye socket, chipped bones on his ankle and a massive nerve injury. A year later and even after a number of operations, he still has many to go to correct his broken body and his impaired eyesight. The nerve damage to his dominant right arm means he'll never regain full use of it. He can no longer support his children by working on the rigs as he did beforehand.
My car was impounded by the Police and kept from the day of the accident, 30th April 2006 until the July. I was first formally interviewed in June 2006, then again in September. I was charged via postal summons in November last year. Magistrates passed the case to Crown Court on 13/12/06, as their sentencing powers were not sufficient and at that point I knew I was going to prison.
10 days short of a year after my accident, I pleaded guilty and was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment and banned from driving for 3 years, for dangerous driving. Aside from the odd speeding conviction (I was driving 65,000 miles a year for the previous 10 years), I had never been in trouble with the Police before.
There was no feeling, no shock, no crying or anger when I was sent down from that court room. Just numbness. As the judge finished his sentencing, I had just one opportunity of shouting to my other half how much I loved her, before being lead into the downstairs of the court. The guard, a nice guy in his late 50s, explained that he had to handcuff me to himself, and down I went. Immediately down, through a number of locked, barred gates, to a booking in counter. All my possessions, and my belt, taken. My height measured. All my details recorded. Then 4 hours in a windowless cell with nothing but a wooden bench and contemplation for company.
4.30pm on a sunny Friday afternoon, leaving a happy looking Carlisle, but for me, in the back of a paddywagon. Watching people leaving school and work with a smile on their faces, looking forward to a weekend of choices. I was heading to HMP Durham.
You can say what you like about prison, and how easy it is, how great you think the facilities are, how prison is like a holiday camp. It's none of those things. It's a demeaning, soul-less place full of sad and sometimes evil people who have lives none of us would ever want or even imagine. All the freedoms you take for granted are removed in the name of control and security to the point that you're constantly reminded how little value society as a whole places on your miserable little existence.
I could write reams and reams about the prison system and the feelings being in it evoke, but I fear to do so would be heavy reading for the casual PHer. I would be happy to answer any questions people have about prison or my ordeal, though.
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