The politically correct brigade, they called it a Hospital, but to me, Broadmoor was just another prison. Criminally insane, the Judge had said, as I stood in the dock, laughing. Shown no remorse, he'd added, when passing sentence, as I stood in the dock, laughing.
It was the Old Bill you see, well, the investigating DI anyway, who'd set me up, to laugh throughout my trial. The shock-horror etched upon the detective's face when I described how I'd disposed of my victims, had set me off, and now I can't stop laughing.

By albee, August 4, 2014*.