Taken from Chapter 14 “Silver
Service” – Michael describes having his first meal at Armley
served by other inmates.
The prisoner arrived once more with the trolley
and placed the plate of food on to my hatch.
‘Bunting,’ he shouted pleasantly. I wasn’t
‘Thanks,’ I said, as I walked across
the cell to collect it. As I put my hand out to
reach for the plate he snatched it away. He held
it up to the hatch and peered through at me.
‘PC Bunting, isn’t it?’ he asked, and
then took a deep breath to muster as much saliva
from the back of his throat as he could. With
one swift movement he spat a big glob in to the
middle of the food. The white phlegm floated
around in brown gravy.
‘Hey lads, I’m feeding the pig,’ he
said. With this, two other prisoners came to my
cell hatch. They looked at me, sniggering. They
then spat in my food too. The first prisoner put
the plate on the hatch and gestured for me to
‘You’re in our territory now, you f*****g filth,
and we’re gonna f*****g carve you up.’ I wasn’t
immediately afraid, as I had the protection of
my locked cell door, but I knew that I would
have to be on my guard every time the door was
opened. I just hoped that the problems with my
transfer for the following day had been sorted
out so I could get out of Armley. If not, then
the next few days were going to be hell.