Just read this book. Shit. No good at all. No hard drug taking, no sadistic bum-raping by menacing gangs, no summary executions by the guards or any of the interesting stuff you would hope to find in a book supposedly about the Bangkok Hilton.
Thai prison was rather nice, I got a bit depressed, caught a lovely tan & made friends with Rose West when I was transfered home. Thaks to my family, the embassy, etc, etc. What a crock.
I should've known when I only paid £3 for it at HMV.
Anybody got the title of a cracking book please? The kind that makes you sick when you ponder the fact you unwittingly took a rolled-up joint in my - did I say mine? I mean your - bag through Bkk to Schipol.