convicted of trying to defraud her mother-in-law, showed me a long interview printed in the
Telegraph
with Nancy Dell’Olio, who mentioned my name casually during her interview without needing to explain who I was. For theuninitiated, Nancy is an accomplished Italian lawyer who came to fame in the UK as the girlfriend for a period of Sven-Göran Eriksson, once manager of the English football team. At the time of her interview she was in the process, I believe, of moving out of the £2.5m home belonging to Sven which she had refused to vacate all those years since their breakup. Fun to read. I like football and she is a feisty lady. Not the type my judge would like, said my fellow residents. Aanjay suggested I should get in touch with Nancy when I got out as she is probably a great woman. I fantasised for a while about us meeting up and going out to supper together one day. That would be sure to put the paparazzi in a real spin. But then again maybe it wouldn’t be such a good idea after all. But fun, yes… So if Nancy is reading this and fancies a cup of coffee, by all means get in touch.
The girls insisted that it was certain, now, that I would be asked to go on
Celebrity Big Brother
or
I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here
! They fantasised about how we could all go as a team once they were out and they would come as my assistants. I ridiculed the idea that this would ever happen but how wrong can you be. After I left ESP and the invitation to appear on
Celebrity Big Brother
was sent to my publishers I realised how much more with it the girls in ESP were. I laughed, wrote to the girls to say they had indeed been correct in their expectations but that I had declined. Nevertheless one of them later wrote to me to say that the
Daily Mirror
in mid-August was still carrying a story saying that I was listed as a possible
Celebrity Big Brother
contestant… Oh well…
My lawyer visited today with his assistant Sarah, who had helped me through the trial and with whomI had walked in front of the photographers every day. Robert had not brought her with her last time in Holloway but decided to do so in his first visit to ESP. And the meeting was great. We were allowed to use the so-called ‘quiet room’, also known as the ‘ listening room’, a tiny little cubicle near my bedroom but with very comfortable armchairs with one of the officers taking orders for tea and coffee and then bringing it to us. Very civilised. More news from the outside, some instructions from me and then I escorted them to the door by noon, in time for my roll call and lunch at 12.15. I have to say that for such an experienced lawyer it was clear that he didn’t know what to expect. I suspect that Robert’s clients commit more dangerous crimes and I didn’t get the impression that he had ever had a female client before or that he had visited a women’s prison. I think the nearest he has come to representing someone in my position again was when he was hired to give advice during the marriage break up between Charles Saatchi and Nigella Lawson, which resulted in lots of articles in the press about the abuse of women and which ended with a caution for Saatchi and divorce for the two of them. I have never discovered which side Robert had been on.
That afternoon we had more inductions and when the time came to visit the education department in the purpose-built building at the end of the garden we had a real emergency. The photographers, it seemed, were still there, having failed to take a picture the previous Sunday. They were now camping behind the trees on the wall that surrounded the lovely church of St Peter and St Paul, which dates back to the thirteenth century and which was just at the edge of the garden. You could walk by the side of it, as the girls did,admittedly the small number who took their exercise seriously and who went outside for reasons other than just to smoke and chat, which is what most others did – except sunbathing in the
Telegraph
with Nancy Dell’Olio, who mentioned my name casually during her interview without needing to explain who I was. For theuninitiated, Nancy is an accomplished Italian lawyer who came to fame in the UK as the girlfriend for a period of Sven-Göran Eriksson, once manager of the English football team. At the time of her interview she was in the process, I believe, of moving out of the £2.5m home belonging to Sven which she had refused to vacate all those years since their breakup. Fun to read. I like football and she is a feisty lady. Not the type my judge would like, said my fellow residents. Aanjay suggested I should get in touch with Nancy when I got out as she is probably a great woman. I fantasised for a while about us meeting up and going out to supper together one day. That would be sure to put the paparazzi in a real spin. But then again maybe it wouldn’t be such a good idea after all. But fun, yes… So if Nancy is reading this and fancies a cup of coffee, by all means get in touch.
The girls insisted that it was certain, now, that I would be asked to go on
Celebrity Big Brother
or
I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here
! They fantasised about how we could all go as a team once they were out and they would come as my assistants. I ridiculed the idea that this would ever happen but how wrong can you be. After I left ESP and the invitation to appear on
Celebrity Big Brother
was sent to my publishers I realised how much more with it the girls in ESP were. I laughed, wrote to the girls to say they had indeed been correct in their expectations but that I had declined. Nevertheless one of them later wrote to me to say that the
Daily Mirror
in mid-August was still carrying a story saying that I was listed as a possible
Celebrity Big Brother
contestant… Oh well…
My lawyer visited today with his assistant Sarah, who had helped me through the trial and with whomI had walked in front of the photographers every day. Robert had not brought her with her last time in Holloway but decided to do so in his first visit to ESP. And the meeting was great. We were allowed to use the so-called ‘quiet room’, also known as the ‘ listening room’, a tiny little cubicle near my bedroom but with very comfortable armchairs with one of the officers taking orders for tea and coffee and then bringing it to us. Very civilised. More news from the outside, some instructions from me and then I escorted them to the door by noon, in time for my roll call and lunch at 12.15. I have to say that for such an experienced lawyer it was clear that he didn’t know what to expect. I suspect that Robert’s clients commit more dangerous crimes and I didn’t get the impression that he had ever had a female client before or that he had visited a women’s prison. I think the nearest he has come to representing someone in my position again was when he was hired to give advice during the marriage break up between Charles Saatchi and Nigella Lawson, which resulted in lots of articles in the press about the abuse of women and which ended with a caution for Saatchi and divorce for the two of them. I have never discovered which side Robert had been on.
That afternoon we had more inductions and when the time came to visit the education department in the purpose-built building at the end of the garden we had a real emergency. The photographers, it seemed, were still there, having failed to take a picture the previous Sunday. They were now camping behind the trees on the wall that surrounded the lovely church of St Peter and St Paul, which dates back to the thirteenth century and which was just at the edge of the garden. You could walk by the side of it, as the girls did,admittedly the small number who took their exercise seriously and who went outside for reasons other than just to smoke and chat, which is what most others did – except sunbathing in the
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