On a small islet in the Don called Strawberry island, the prison service built HMP Doncaster, known to the locals as Doncatraz. I believe it is still the case that they have yet to have a single
attempt to break out. Apparently the residents belive that no-one could possibly survive the 50 or so metres swim to the shore, and even if they did they would wish they had swallowed thier pride and put up with another night in the cells with Big Barry.
Having said that, I hear that Doncaster has pulled down the multi-storey car park than won the town a "Services to Concrete" award from the British Concrete Association, which is still proudly displayed on the wall of the courts building, and the Working Mens Club where I was once called "Comrade" and bought a pint by pint-sized Claire Short. In thier place they are to erect "Education City" overlooking a splendid vista of the middle reaches of the lovely river Don, to where Doncaster College will relocate and an Arts Centre is to be founded, though it has not yet been announced whether it is indeed to be devoted to celebrating the lives and achievements of various Whinging, Sanctamonious Euro-Liberals, as is the rumour.