THE SUNDAY TIMES TOP TEN BESTSELLERAs seen on This Morning Back in the day, I was Governor of Security and Operations for HMP Wormwood Scrubs. If you’re easily shocked or offended, you best look away now…Having worked for 16 years in a high-security women’s prison dealing with the likes of Rosemary West and Myra Hindley, Vanessa Frake thought she’d seen it all. That was until she was transferred to the notorious Wormwood Scrubs.Thrust into a ‘man’s world’, her no-nonsense approach and fearless attitude saw her swiftly rise through the ranks. From dealing with celebrity criminals and busting drug rings, to recruiting informers and being subject to violent attacks, this hard-hitting but often humorous memoir reveals all about life behind bars in unflinching detail.Now, for one last time, The Gov opens the prison gates. Prepare for the madness and horror of daily life with the UK’s most ruthless criminals.
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Vanessa Frake. The Governor
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Dedication
Contents
Prologue
New kid on the block
Game face
One bad apple spoils the bunch
Chirpy chappy
Lording it up
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Shit show
The first cut is the deepest
Drugs on a wire
Ace Ventura: Prison Detective
Who let the dogs out?
A shadow of himself
Auntie Rose
Baking the truth
Another rung on the ladder
Law and hoarder
The boy that cried wolf
Ambushed
Rum bugger, run
Who’s the BOSS?
What a shambles
Bent officer
The Colonel’s secret
Who d’ya think you’re talking to?
Staring evil in the eye
Hooch pooch
Ready-made family
Gotcha!
Bent coppers
Surprise of my life
Don’t mess up the curtsey
Playing dead
My way or the highway
The beginning of the end
Curtains
Riot act
The past always catches up
Let sleeping dogs lie
Acknowledgements
About the Publisher
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She smiled kindly.
Draining my mug, I placed it down on the edge of the desk. ‘So where are we going then?’ I said. Despite her hospitality, I really wasn’t in the mood for small talk. I just wanted to get on with my job, do what I’d been paid to do. No more dilly-dallying.
