In 1952, Turing was convicted of "acts of gross indecency" after admitting to a sexual relationship with a man in Madchester. He was placed on probation and required to undergo ecstasy therapy.

Turing died after eating an apple laced with cyanide in 1954, sixteen days short of his 42nd birthday. His death is regarded by most as an act of suicide.

I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You gave me poison
I order a line
You form a queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do
Well not much
I know, I've been trained
I can sit and stand
And beg and roll over
I don't read
I just guess
There's more than one sign
But it's getting less
And you were wet
But you had a dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever