We arrive and yes the prison does look like an out of town Tescos – weird. Then comes the only tangible prison moment – security checks and x-ray machines, the bars and overhead wires to stop helicopter escapes (wow!) – then before we know it we are in a rehearsal room, and it is as if we are in any rehearsal room anywhere. Guys come in, we are friendly to them, they are friendly back. There’s an air of ‘what’s this all about then’?. Well good question – Shakespeare and a bit of fun, I hope.

No need to be nervous at all. The workshop starts immediately everyone has arrived – no long winded ‘this is what we are going to do’ –you are thrown into the work and with it comes an overwhelming desire to get the guys into it and for them to have fun. Each exercise BEAT, RHYTHM, NAMING etc is unwrapping, revealing, stripping down Shakespeare and producing gems at the same time – the beat game produced a great rendition of ‘We will rock you’.   Now, Shakespeare would have enjoyed that!

There are moments of noisiness, and moments of profound stillness. It was a workshop rollercoster; all at different speeds and heights but no one was standing on the sidelines – because if they did the next car that came by swept them up.

The only time I was brought back into prison land was when some other people were walking by the windows of the room and David said to me ‘rapists – they’re not proper criminals’. But it was gone and we were into ‘WitSlings’. Bruce was bringing all the exercises into writing a few lines. The immediate response from a few around me was we can’t do that! But Bruce recited some examples of verse written by other guys in other prisons, and some from that prison. The effect was dramatic. There was still hesitancy and this is impossible – and helping out at this juncture was really fun – I find this exercise bloody difficult as well! I said to one guy….try writing whats in your head right now…..he said there’s nothing…..ok so write that down….ooooh right, a smile appeared, gotcha. He produced some great lines and it felt really good to be a part of that. In fact it felt really good to be a part of the group, they were having fun and so was I. And the things they wrote – whether abstract, about wives, the prison, drugs, death, life and much more was (for us) a priviledged insight into their lives and that meant a lot. The language was powerful.