Last Shout For Water!

Life in a (sometimes shared) concrete coffin.

February 15th 2007.

On this day my life changed. In dramatic fashion. Forever.

Everything you’re about to read is 100% factual. I can verify this.

I’m the one who was stupid enough to find myself in the situation, that you would normally read about in a newspaper or watch on a television program.

I have just had my front door put through by armed police. This is the start of my life-changing journey.

It was a cold and wet Friday morning. I was wandering around the house in my shorts and vest trying to find something warm to wear so I could go out and start another pointless day of cocaine abuse.

I was agitated and growing extremely impatient when I heard a very large thud from downstairs. It was my local armed police force letting themselves in the front door.

Funnily enough, I couldn’t recall me inviting them around for breakfast. I was being busted. Within seconds of the door being put through. I had a very tall man with a very large gun in my face. I also had a cute little red light on my chest area.

Get down! Get down onto the floor now. Put your hands where I can see them. Don’t move.

Now you only would hear that instruction on the television. This was being played out on my bedroom floor.

I was tie-wrapped on both areas of my hands and feet. I was put on the bed and then he pulled me up to a sitting position.

When I managed to get my scrambled eggs of a brain to process and focus on what the fuck was going on. It suddenly dawned on me that I was in deep shit.

To be fair to the two armed police officers. Once they had folded me up like a newspaper and secured me. They were the most decent fella’s.

I was allowed to put on some jeans and a top. They said I could have a cigarette and drink some water. (Just to be clear one of the two armed police officers had that cute little red light on my body at all times.)

I just think sometimes people give them a bad review or report. Which is unfair because you have to remember it’s not a PS4 game. It’s real life.

February 16th 2007.

So I have had a special weekend court appearance arranged. Maybe I could be home for dinner.

I arrived straight from custody. I appeared in the dock to confirm my details.

Various charges were read out for firearms and cannabis possession.

I was remanded in custody immediately. I was put straight on the prison van and taken to H.M.P Altcourse in Liverpool.

I arrived on the induction wing “It was horrendous”. I got beaten by the young lads just for some tobacco and toiletries.

I can remember lying on my bed in the evening with my face looking like a melted candle. My cell was a double. I was on the top bunk. It was extremely small and a little like sardines in a tin.

March 31st 2007.

I was in a crown court for sentencing. I have enclosed a link so you can see for yourself. I went back to prison straight from the court and back to my cell. It was 7:30 pm. Time for lockdown and stay in your cell. There’s one thing that I always remember hearing. “Last shout for water.” Which was a reminder if you wanted hot water for drinks or washing in your cell. Every night this was the last voice I heard before being locked up in my concrete coffin for another eighteen hours.

Frightened addict hid guns for dealers — North Wales Live

https://www.dailypost.co.uk/.../frightened-addict-hid-guns-dealers-2879276

I am sharing this with you the readers because I want the truth spoken not fabricated stories.

Created in a concrete free space with unlimited hot water.

Brian Anthony Cumberlidge 12/05/2020.