I've put in a request for transfer to HM Prison Liverpool, formerly known as Walton gaol. Stemming from Yorkshire and having all my loved ones there it's less of a strain to have visitors from back home come see me when I'm in the general area.

The prison I'm currently staying at is teeming with pieces of human filth, rapists, drugpushers and other scum like that. Good riddance of bad rubbish, they shall not be missed.

I try to abide by the rules, to lash out won't do me any good. I'm harmless, but if need be I'll defend myself. As an inmate it's a constant battle, always looking over your shoulder. I'm growing tired of that, posssibly could my new "temporary home" have me flourish. I just want to do my time and be released so that I can once again fight the evil in disguise. Let's string the enemy up, to see them dangling from the end of a sturdy rope would really make my day.

No matter what the powers at be say or want I'll be a free man come this summer. Then I'll devote all of my time to smash their ivory towers, where they currently are snug and comfortable in. It will be a long drop and count on me being eager to piss on their corpses. A stint in gaol only makes me stronger. Are you ready to call my "bluff"?

With kind regards/English Bob

Jag kan stolt meddela er att den notoriske Bjarne Skitgris har fått lösenordet till bloggen. Han har ett burleskt språk och tvekar inte att utdela en känga åt grisen/polisen. Vi är alltid på jakt efter nya förmågor, så detta känns spännande. Bjarne är varmt välkommen hit.