Off, via the wonderful association Prison Reading Groups, to a well-known London men’s prison to listen to a dozen or so inmates discussing Brighton Rock (the Graham Greene novel – for obvious reasons they haven’t seen the latest movie version), the men with plenty to say and more or less divided 50/50 score or snore. Best line: ‘Graham Greene got it all wrong. I’ve been in organized crime for years and it’s nothing like Brighton Rock.’ There’s always one in every crowd, as my mother would say. Caught self jokily threatening a latecomer with a detention, but too late to stuff words back into mouth.