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 fooled.
          ‘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 come closer.           ‘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.