Visiting order.
I was nervous, make no doubt about it. We’d been writing to each other for two years, since I was 18, it had taken that long for me to gain his trust and for him to ask me to visit. The first time I received a reply letter I was ecstatic. I sniffed the paper and handled it with great care, didn’t show anybody. Ever since I’d seen his infamous, almost iconic, mug-shot – the contemptuous almost mocking way he looked out at the appauled British public from many a newspaper front page gave me many years of night-time fantasies and pleasure, was it also th fact he was a monster that turned me on? I had an inkling it was. I’d never even heard his voice before, I imagined a deep Glaswegian drawl and …