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It's a cliché, but most drug dealers are good with mental arithmetic, and 25-year-old Alex is no different. Alex pleaded guilty to a Class A supply at the earliest opportunity, knowing that as this was his second conviction for drugs he'd be in line for something heftier if he went to trial and lost. The judge was impressed with his contrition but warned him that a third conviction in the future would have pretty bleak consequences. His partner has told him that she wants a baby but won't consider it unless he gives up dealing. He has a scar that begins near the top of his forehead and runs deep into his hairline. Alex talks about the trap houses he ran and says it was easy money but ultimately boring and depressing. I ask him to expand and he tells me I don't want to know.I ask what he wants to do instead of dealing. Would he consider getting a job cutting keys and engraving cat names on small copper discs at Timpson, for example? "If I'm going to be bored and depressed, I might as well be earning five [thousand] a week doing it," he says.Not everyone is on board with Gove's project. Mark Icke, the vice president of the Prisoner's Governor's Association, has voiced concerns that while education is important, many of the people in the prison system have a variety of serious issues that need sorting before they can contemplate applying for small business loans and setting up a LinkedIn.From my own teaching experience, it seems like a valid criticism. Arron, 19, is waiting to '"run trial" on a charge of selling heroin, crack, and mephedrone outside a school. He is adamant that he will "bust case," explaining that he has sacked his "faggot solicitor" and hired the solicitor his cellmate has used on over 30 occasions. Arron's work is borderline high school level, and it's a chore to get him to complete the simplest of tasks. He talks ceaselessly in monologues often lasting for up to ten minutes and usually revolving around massage parlors, Huaraches, and his dad—an enigmatic "businessman who lives in America." His lack of empathy is at times astonishing, and there's a dead-eyed malevolence in an unfinished letter he shows me where he tells an ex he'll take her back if she gets a tattoo of his name on her stomach. Weirder still, he tells me he's sent the exact same letter to two other exes. It's often hard to shut him up, and the other prisoners in the class find him annoying and full of shit, but maybe working as a call center operator is just what he needs to increase his sense of empathy. Or perhaps not.A cynic might say that running businesses in prisons seems like a pretty sweet way to engage in modern-day sub-minimum-wage slave labor. But maybe the scheme deserves the benefit of the doubt. After all, could it actually be the ultimate deterrent to committing crime in the first place? Get caught selling rocks, and it's five years on outbound calls at seven bucks a week."If I'm going to be bored and depressed, I might as well be earning £5,000 a week doing it."