It’s sunny in Glasgow – 20 degrees, what the locals call “taps-aff” weather. It is not a day for being inside, but that is exactly where we are headed. We are in a taxi to HMP Barlinnie, Scotland’s biggest and most infamous prison – known locally as the Bar-L or The Big Hoose – for a gig by the Skids.
“Ma son’s bin in an oot eh the Bar-L,” says the taxi driver. “Drugs,” he says. “The problem is, there’s mair drugs in there than there is oot here.”
