Other prisoners were petrified of him so to get on his good side a few decided to bake him a birthday cake. They brought it in and started singing happy birthday but he threw it on the floor and ran them. They reckoned he wasn’t a fan of victoria sponge cakes so made a black forest gateaux, brought it to his cell and started singing happy birthday only for him to grab it, throw it to the floor and ran them again. Third time they went for carrot cake but same thing happened but they didn’t run away this time and asked him what sort of cake he’d like… “I’d murder a tart” came the reply.