We knew Maxine Carr was a bit boxy, but we had no idea Huntley had an eye for the gents…
You’d think when you’d topped two ten-year-olds and been banged to rights for it, you might have a little humility. Not Mr. Huntley.
He’s on his second hunger strike (they kind of lose their impact a little when you’ve come off one…) because prison authorities won’t let him see his new murderer boyfriend alone in his cell. What is this, the Love Boat?
The new boyfriend is, apparently, Dean Wood, who is doing porridge (don’t you love how we’re down with prison slang?) for murdering casino boss Barry De Lacy. ‘I have not eaten and I will not,’ says Huntley (though he omitted to mention whether he will scweam and scweam and scweam till he is sick).
‘It is the only way you [prison characters or screws] take notice of me and listen to my views. I want to be able to see people in my cell, not just in the day room. I will keep on refusing meals until my regime changes.’
A very sympathetic source at the Home Office is quoted as saying, ‘Whether he can last remains to be seen.’