Writer and poet Oscar Wilde lived a flamboyant, extravagant life, right up until he was sentenced to two years of hard labour in her majesty’s gaol for gross indecency, or what is now termed homosexuality. During this time, Wilde suffers on small portions of skilly, long days of picking oakum, and unbearable hours of staring into nothing but the inky blackness of his own cell without the mental stimulus which had intoxicated him in his previous life.