jimmy-holland

There__ just no comparison between these hard men, some fight with their bare hands, some with their brains and some with weapons. Some have a sixth sense for survival, avoiding death with catlike ease. I don__ include any world champ at this or that, but I do include men that would wipe the floor with any world champion at anything you wanted to throw at them.

Now if you want to look to the medical profession for a true hard bastard, there is none harder, in my opinion, than the man I will now name. I mean, 99.9 per cent of doctors would want to protect their pension and keep in with the in-crowd, not, though, this man amongst men. The star witness against the screws from Barlinnie was Doctor Simon Danson.

There is no getting away from the fact, he is one of only a few screws in the system who are the real McCoy. Anyone reading this book who has spent time in Scottish prisons will no doubt agree, this chimp is up for it just as much as the prisoners. I personally would love to see more screws like him, as he doesn__ bother with all this shitty report piss. If you want to fight him, he comes into your cell, one-on-one, man-to-man.

From the tens of thousands of criminals I have mixed with behind bars and in the streets or have known of over the last three decades of my criminally active life, the Eighties, Nineties and Naughties, I have selected the crème de la crème of the toughest, maddest, hardest Scottish bastards that have ever drawn breath.

Adrian (not sure if real Christian name?) was a PTI in Perth Prison before he came to work in the special units with us. Adrian was a gentleman, but he was also a very, very hard man that didn__ take any shit. He is now working up in Inverness Prison, but I can tell you, this man can go for fun. I have witnessed him in action, I have been about all the diggers in Scotland ten times over and I would put this man up there with the best of them for a roll about with the prisoner.

Porkie and me came to some sort of agreement with the screw and the nurse, and after some haggling we gave ourselves up. After that, I never saw my friend Porkie again until we appeared at Edinburgh High Court, where we each got six years on top of our sentences for one night of madness. That just shows you how drugs can get a grip over your mind.

The screws are just as bad as us, maybe not now but certainly in the past they used to beat you with their riot batons, strip you naked, cuff your hands behind your backs and then take shots of kicking you in the head and body until you were knocked out.

Dr Danson made a series of claims about violent assaults on three prisoners by staff at Barlinnie. Three prison officers subsequently appeared in court charged with assaulting inmates.

As for that Maxine Carr, she could have helped clear up the murders much quicker, but she chose not to grass her lover to the coppers, no one in the criminal world likes grasses, but this isn__ any normal criminal case. Huntley isn__ a criminal, he is a total fucking, monster beast who, if I had my way, I could hang him in Soham town hall for the families to see.

It was so funny, I witnessed this with my own eyes, Andy and the screw were like two WWF wrestlers, we were locked behind the grill gates cheering Andy on, the chants started. The chant was to the tune of Jingle Bells and went like this: Stab a screw, stab a screw, stab a screw today, all that fun it is to stab a screw on New Year__ Day, but it was only 29 December.

Once the screws left, most of the six or seven boys who had been overpowered by the SAS were not in any fit state to move, never mind talk. In May 1988 Malkie and Sammo and one other boy, whose name escapes me right now, got a total of twenty-seven years between them for mobbing and rioting and assault.

Brian __he Tax Man_ Cockerill - While I__ mentioning drug dealers, I have to give a mention to a man hated by the peddlers of soul destroying stuff, big Brian __he Tax Man_ Cockerill (AKA as Scot__ Brian), born on 16 December 1964 in Coatbridge, in Lanarkshire, at 6ft 3in, with 23 stone of rock solid muscle, his awesome power has made him a truly terrifying force in Britain__ underworld. A walking colossus, anyone who gets in his way and tries to stay there had better be ready for the hiding of their life.

You can do almost anything if you put your mind to it. Be it the perfect murder, robbing a bank or owning your own company. I don__ go along with Prince Charles_ maxim that everyone should know their place and limitations.

I felt like Dirty Harry, only, my weapon wasn__ as big as his! I don__ know what it is with guns, but once you__e got your hand on one, you think you__e one of the untouchables.

SLAP! I saw a bright flash in front of my eyes, __on__ you try and be a fucking smart arse in here, Holland, this is Partick cop shop you__e in,_ the irate copper retorted. __o fuck,_ I snapped.

Mind you, with all this emphasis on the householder now being able to use __easonable force_ to protect their home, I wouldn__ even consider it. I mean, look what that Farmer Tony Martin did to those creepers!

I got my lawyer to visit me in the jail. He couldn__ believe the bruising over my body, so he pulled the governor and asked why I was covered in marks. The governor said to my lawyer that it was __elf-inflicted_ and was caused by my __unning into walls_. That part was disproved because walls don__ leave footprints all over your body.

Once again, off this skinny prick of a copper went. BANG! SLAP! PUNCH! It was more like a Batman movie! He could hit me all night, but it wouldn__ make any difference.