Does anyone have any non-anecdotal evidence that prisoners live the life of Riley whilst inside (barring having absolutely no freedom of course).
Yes. First hand. Category B, Category C and Category D.
Four short sentences for non-violent crimes, at a time in my life when I was unaware of the mental health diagnoses I now have. Also at a time in my life when I got severely into debt and chose the wrong options to address that. Theft, deception, fraud. And then ongoing petty crime (such as shoplifting) whilst homeless.
The first time was hell. Just a 3 month sentence (6 weeks served), the first half of that was spent in HMP Bristol on a mixed wing containing every possible type of criminal - those on remand for murder, gang members, drug traffickers, drug users, career criminals. I was transferred out after 3 weeks to a Category D prison - HMP Leyhill - but not before I'd been assaulted, had personal items stolen (both from my cell and from property in the care of the Prison Service) and threatened with having my throat cut. Leyhill was better, but my short time there and homelessness on release meant there was no time for rehabilitation.
Second time in Exeter, followed by HMP Weare (the ship that used to be moored in Portland Harbour). Three and half months inside this time. Again, little better. You are constantly on edge, particularly if you want no part of the drugs culture that goes on inside. Saying no to drugs and not even entertaining the idea of getting them in to the prison means your are automatically treated with suspicion by fellow inmates. I did get some help addressing my now diagnosed mental health issues whilst at The Verne, but again, the short sentence and homelessness on release, meant any progress was quickly undone.
Third time was as bad as the first. Just four weeks this time, first at HMP Preston and placed on the 'drug' wing as by now I'd self identified as having a drink problem. Again no picnic. No TVs, no radios, certainly no Playstation and very limited access to reading material. Oh, and slopping out. Moved to HMP Leeds where the wing I was put on was controlled by some particularly unsavoury members of the travelling community.
Final time was back in Bristol and at last there was light at the end of the tunnel. 3 months to serve of a six month sentence. Although again only there for a short time I got a decent Personal Officer who understood my problems, quickly sorted out accommodation on my release and helped start the bridge building with my family. Sadly this was very nearly all undone when bureaucracy decided that my Cat C status meant I had to move to a Cat C establishment. Moved to HMP Stafford for the last 5 weeks of the sentence. HMP Stafford was as badly run as the NHS Trust in that area!
On release from Stafford, I had the accommodation to go to in Bristol. That supported housing (St Vincent's House) saved my life, stopped my offending behaviour and got me back on my feet. That was 2006 and I haven't looked back. I still have the mental health issues that were, in part, responsible for (but not an excuse for) my offending behaviour, but there has been no recidivism and I'm living a settled life in my own place now.
I most certainly didn't live the life of Riley. I never had a Playstation, only about 50% of the time did I have an in cell TV. There would regularly be no outdoor exercise due to staff issues/security. Food was atrocious. And there was a constant fear that one word out of place to a fellow inmate would lead to assault. I tried to keep my head down and just read, but even that was regarded by some as odd behaviour. Boredom was my constant companion.
So before there is more ill-informed tosh about prisoners having it cushy, walk a mile in my shoes. You'll have to do that walk around a razor wire topped high-walled yard though. And the shoes will be poorly fitting Home Office Hi-Tecs. And when you've finished that walk there'll be no warm bath and cold beer. Just an 8'x6' room shared with a bloke you'd never dream of talking to on the out. Who will probably have major personal hygiene issues.