I'm getting ideas form the stories I've been told. Apparently my dad went to visit him in prison and the place was like a battery chicken farm. There was a big room with hundreds of prisoners and a wire fence separating the prisoners and the visitors. Everyone was fighting to get to the fence. They paid the guard some money and he let them sit in his office and chat whilst he brought them some tea and biscuits. I think that's pretty crazy!

Also, when he was younger and his gang went to court,the ring leader sent him to buy some drinks and whilst he was away, another gang came along, and shot them all dead. He was so lucky not to have been there!!