I went to the prison this morning to interview our client. I was genuinely excited about going, probably from having watched one too many episodes of prison break. In truth, it was nothing like that. The prison was a huge imposing structure from the outside with its high cement wall and barbed wire, armed gaurds manning the entrance. But on the inside, it was very spacious and not much going on. We walked in and did the relevant security checks before we proceeded to another building where we were led to a small interview that was divided by a desk that stretched to meet the length of the room and a thick sheet of plexiglass separating us from our client.

He looked better this time than the last time we saw him. Slightly more cheery and suriving prison as best he could. Your heart goes out to him when you see him. You can tell he's a simple person, trying to keep his chin up and making the most of what he can. He was a just a guy who was at the wrong place at the wrong time and has somehow found himself in a bigger mess than he should have been.

His case has made the news recently and there are a lot of people talking about it, talking about the injustice he has had to suffer and sitting up to take a closer look at the criminal justice system in our country.