The maximum allowance for our food stands at £2.10 per day. I'd like to tell you that this is more than the patrol dogs get, but I'd be lying. This is why prisoners don't have wet noses.
Christmas is on the horizon and some tabloid will reprint a menu handed to them by some landing-rat topping up his beer money. It will read like a fair spread.
Alas, on the plate it is slightly different. Where the menu says 'turkey', and the tabloids conjure up visions of a meaty leg of fowl, the reality is a slice of tinned meat. And so on.
There is no extra money for Christmas, unless the Governor finds some loose change in an obscure corner of his budget. Instead, the kitchen will be chipping away at the daily allowance from here on in, using the savings for Xmas.
When the media cannot even give you the truth about a simple meal, what hope is there for any debate around criminal justice? We all deserve better.