Yes, being in a
However, it doesn’t compare to the appalling first-world rigmarole of arranging a visit to someone in an Australian jail. Not to mention “how many big butch sheilas are there”.
Remember, all the way back at the beginning of the year?
With the Oz government still negotiating on an agreement that would allow Australian prisoners to come on home to serve their term in our modern prison system, and to be rather more conveniently located for visits from family and friends, the Corby camp has been steadfast in rejecting such an option for Schapelle Coby – she of the boogy-board-full-of-drugs and the baggage-handler-did-it infamy.
Commenting on the soon to be released shock-horror book by
“her daughter would not be afraid of suffering consequences in the
Baliprison for her tell-all book because "nothing could be worse than what Schapelle is going through right now".
Well no, nothing could be worse, other than the perils of the rigmarole of Australian jails and all those big butch sheilas.
But hang on a minute … what’s that from Schapelle Corby, in her own words:
"I felt sure their (Bali nine) crime of trafficking heroin had contributed to me getting 20 years,"
"I was terrified of Renae Lawrence. I thought she'd pick on me, start fights and ram my head into the cement walls. All the girls who had been sharing cells with her had been telling stories about the freak.
"She refused to let anyone else sleep if she was awake. She kicked them in the head, sexually hit on them, punched them.
"So, by the time she checked in at Kerobokan (prison), I imagined Renae as a psychopathic lesbian. I was scared to death of her."
Sheesh - you pick the well-appointed jail of your choice after much careful deliberation and you still can’t avoid the big butch Aussie sheilas!