This wasn’t some fluffy little holding cell. For over a century, this place held some of the UK’s most infamous criminals. We’re talking murderers, thieves, and the odd public nuisance who just had a really bad day in 1880.
Oscar Wilde was even locked up here in 1895. Imagine that check-in experience. “Welcome, Mr. Wilde. Your minibar is a tin cup and a stale biscuit.”
The cells were tiny, cold, and designed for maximum misery. No pillow-fluffing service. Just a bucket, a Bible, and a whole lot of regret.
