Somewhere out past the western edge of Brisbane, where the suburbs give up and the razor wire takes over, there is a cell in Wolston Correctional Centre with Sam Wood's name on the paperwork, and on Friday afternoon a Supreme Court judge decided that is exactly where it stays.

No ring light in there. No protein shake, no sunrise jog along the beach, no cheerful voice counting down the last ten burpees. Just a bunk, a steel toilet and the long flat hum of a high-security jail that does not care who you used to be on television.