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2 minutes in his company and anyone here would throttle the fucker, Krays or not. This is a different brother in law to the thread title, I've been dealt a bad hand.

and two more days. lol unfuckinglucky....I'd get a strategic headache

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I'd get a good fucking brief....

She’s the main man in the office in the city and she treats me like I’m just another lackey, but I can put a tennis racket up against my face and pretend that I am Kendo Nagasaki...

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Can't do that, he'd offer his solution of 'a bit of a sniff' with a cheeky wink and a tap to the nose. Tweacle.

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take him for a`walk and lamp him then.  After dinner mind

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Don't mention lawyers to him...'bell my brief innit'....'facking diamond geez, he's facking mint'....'when I was in the Scrubs'....

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She’s the main man in the office in the city and she treats me like I’m just another lackey, but I can put a tennis racket up against my face and pretend that I am Kendo Nagasaki...

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Geezer needs a dry slaaaaaaaap.

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Lean over, tell him you've nothing but respect for the ICF , pulled off some right strokes and that but you can't for the life of you figure out how a 6 foot plus black geezer could mingle in with a bunch of midget racist Leeds fans. Then look over your shoulder, lean closer and go,"Cass. He's here, isn't he?'

Step back, raise your arms, wide apart and sing at the top of your lungs,'We saw you run on the telly, run on the telly, we saw you run on the telly, run on the telly...'

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I lived in the East End most of my life after leaving Leeds at 19. I used to play football with Terry Kray, the Kray twins’ nephew; he was all right once your got past his lineage. A very close mate of mine, his dad was the twin’s chef at one stage, not a cockney himself mind a Geordie and a Newcastle fan to the day he died. I lived down Headlam Street in Bethnall Green behind the Brewery that is now a Sainsbury's. The Blind Beggar, scene of the infamous shooting, is a spit away. I knew a lot of local villains, thing was that most of the white working class there where into something even if it was only regular receiving. The pub I drank in was like a "hooky gear" cash and carry, mountain bikes, stereos, TV's.  They were old school in their villainry mind, the gear that moved through the place was all boxed, new, and boosted of some truck or loading wharf. Heaven help any young lad who turned up with a stereo nicked from somebody's house, "a right kicking" would be administered to instruct him in the finer points of thievery.

Major problem I had with cockneys then and now is for most of them their reaction to bother is to gang up. They see nothing wrong with half dozen lads having a pop at one and even proud of the “kicking” or “shoeing” they’ve administered.  They are a lot less inclined to duel man to man. The flip side to this is they’re generally wary of anybody from the North. Bristling in a Northern accent will generally given them pause,  Geordie accents particularly have them spoiling their calvins.

The lad who’s dad cheffed for the twins was most amused to be told by me and a mate another lad from Leeds that he was our only cockney mate. This was in 1991, we moved to London in 1984! As I said though his old man was Geordie so he wasn’t fool blood cockney.

It’s changed and is changing the East End. Yes there are a lot of yuppies moving in driving up property prices, and yes a lot of the old east end is disappearing. Generally though, people who think it’s a bad thing never lived there. Either that or they  lived in a loft in Hoxton  or a couple of years post millennium before moving to the suburbs.

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albert herbert hawkins wrote:

I lived in the East End most of my life after leaving Leeds at 19. I used to play football with Terry Kray, the Kray twins’ nephew; he was all right once your got past his lineage. A very close mate of mine, his dad was the twin’s chef at one stage, not a cockney himself mind a Geordie and a Newcastle fan to the day he died. I lived down Headlam Street in Bethnall Green behind the Brewery that is now a Sainsbury's. The Blind Beggar, scene of the infamous shooting, is a spit away. I knew a lot of local villains, thing was that most of the white working class there where into something even if it was only regular receiving. The pub I drank in was like a "hooky gear" cash and carry, mountain bikes, stereos, TV's.  They were old school in their villainry mind, the gear that moved through the place was all boxed, new, and boosted of some truck or loading wharf. Heaven help any young lad who turned up with a stereo nicked from somebody's house, "a right kicking" would be administered to instruct him in the finer points of thievery.

Major problem I had with cockneys then and now is for most of them their reaction to bother is to gang up. They see nothing wrong with half dozen lads having a pop at one and even proud of the “kicking” or “shoeing” they’ve administered.  They are a lot less inclined to duel man to man. The flip side to this is they’re generally wary of anybody from the North. Bristling in a Northern accent will generally given them pause,  Geordie accents particularly have them spoiling their calvins.

The lad who’s dad cheffed for the twins was most amused to be told by me and a mate another lad from Leeds that he was our only cockney mate. This was in 1991, we moved to London in 1984! As I said though his old man was Geordie so he wasn’t fool blood cockney.

It’s changed and is changing the East End. Yes there are a lot of yuppies moving in driving up property prices, and yes a lot of the old east end is disappearing. Generally though, people who think it’s a bad thing never lived there. Either that or they  lived in a loft in Hoxton  or a couple of years post millennium before moving to the suburbs.

My mate Big Bill might know you then - he was out of Bethnal nick at the time in the sweeney. He will certainly know all the villains you mention. He's also a west ham boy and used to do a bit. My brother in law is a complete tosser as well. Reckons he used to run with the CCC out of Edinburgh. He goes under the unfortunate moniker of Ronald Macdonald, son of Ronald Macdonald and father of Ronald Macdonald Junior. Keeps giving it large at me - doesn't understand that if and when it happens it will be at a time and place of my choosing, not his.

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albert herbert hawkins wrote:

I lived in the East End most of my life after leaving Leeds at 19. I used to play football with Terry Kray, the Kray twins’ nephew; he was all right once your got past his lineage. A very close mate of mine, his dad was the twin’s chef at one stage, not a cockney himself mind a Geordie and a Newcastle fan to the day he died. I lived down Headlam Street in Bethnall Green behind the Brewery that is now a Sainsbury's. The Blind Beggar, scene of the infamous shooting, is a spit away. I knew a lot of local villains, thing was that most of the white working class there where into something even if it was only regular receiving. The pub I drank in was like a "hooky gear" cash and carry, mountain bikes, stereos, TV's.  They were old school in their villainry mind, the gear that moved through the place was all boxed, new, and boosted of some truck or loading wharf. Heaven help any young lad who turned up with a stereo nicked from somebody's house, "a right kicking" would be administered to instruct him in the finer points of thievery.

Major problem I had with cockneys then and now is for most of them their reaction to bother is to gang up. They see nothing wrong with half dozen lads having a pop at one and even proud of the “kicking” or “shoeing” they’ve administered.  They are a lot less inclined to duel man to man. The flip side to this is they’re generally wary of anybody from the North. Bristling in a Northern accent will generally given them pause,  Geordie accents particularly have them spoiling their calvins.

The lad who’s dad cheffed for the twins was most amused to be told by me and a mate another lad from Leeds that he was our only cockney mate. This was in 1991, we moved to London in 1984! As I said though his old man was Geordie so he wasn’t fool blood cockney.

It’s changed and is changing the East End. Yes there are a lot of yuppies moving in driving up property prices, and yes a lot of the old east end is disappearing. Generally though, people who think it’s a bad thing never lived there. Either that or they  lived in a loft in Hoxton  or a couple of years post millennium before moving to the suburbs.

The docks mate, everyone was either nicking it or fencing it. It was part of the package I think. Never found them much different to us behind the chat - decent/shit houses usual mix. I used to go out a lot round Stratford, Poplar / Roman Road/ Canning town 80s/early 90s - some top places round there.

A don't really buy all gangster mythology - everyone seemed to be the godson of the krays to hear them talk. There were nasty fuckers like everywhere, but they just had better PR.

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Yeah know what mean about the Krays, I did know one guy who was in the Blind  Beggar that night though. He does not look back with fondness on it, him and his mate were young lads at the time and wer in hiding for weeks afterwards in case the twins wanted them out of the way. My mates old man did chef for them, he was tight with that crowd via boxing I believe, he ended up a Director at Brent Walker for all the good that did him. roll

I actually felt sorry for their nephew. He was a bit of a mouthy cunt of the pitch but an utter moaning cunt on it. Being a callow young lad from Leeds and having no idea who he was I told him to shut it at half time my first game as the ref was giving us nothing due to his gob. He did, I scored, we one 1-0 and I managed to get home without being potted by a sawn off. What was unfortunate for him was most people were desperate to curry favor, be seen with him, be recognized as his mate. Kind of like being a rock star but without the money or comfort but every bugger telling you what they think you want to hear.

I was in Bethnal Green, Leyton, Bow from late 86, through to 05 when I moved to Tokyo. Surprised we've not bumped into each other, particularly late 80's. Leeds fans in the east end in 1987 were generally carrying a DoDo under one arm.

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I used to drink with locals a few of whom were Leeds and went to games - dangerous bros and a few more, but I lived in Islington and then East Dulwich and used to wander across most Friday nights and Sunday dinners. They were locals I was with so used to drink in fair few West Ham pubs and clubs, some owned by players and the like, but cos I was with locals never got any shit even when we wandered into the ICFs main pub by then cos they did the best free Sunday dinner scran.  You never really volunteered that you were Leeds and football never came up which was fine by me - cos there were some blade happy nutcases who drank in those places.

It was a laugh, shit pies though.

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Back in 84 / 85  when I first moved down I played for a Sunday side down Surbiton way. Our end of season do was somewhere down by Surbiton station in the back room of some huge pub, what was unfortunate was that the land lord let some of his regulars in the back at kicking out time as he had a late license for us in the function room. All the lads I played new I was Leeds and were of course fine with it not so the locals. One of a pit of twins just came up and cracked me, clearly I had a go back and we got seperated with much cockney "leave iiit" type bollocks. Well that was fine by me until his twin brother came wandering my direction with a glass under his coat. Well I wasn't waiting, I jumped forward and dropped him just in time for his mates to look up. sad

I have this abiding memory of running down the hall with glasses bursting on the wall ahead of me over they DJ who was cowering behind his turntables. I went out through the fire escape and ended up under a bush in a garden as the the posse where hunting for me.  After they'd disappeared back inside I made my way around ythe front to be met by the club secretary who hid me in the back of his birds car with another lad from Horsforth whilst he went back inside to calm things down. Clearly his efforts failed as the next thing we saw was a a table sail through a window an somebody come through the fire exit with a chair above his head. That was enough for the bird with the car, she peeled rubber out of there. The boozer was shut three months for refurbishment. neutral

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Travis Bickle wrote:
Harvest wrote:

Spent the night with him at the boozer. All I heard was blah blah ICF blah blah on our manor blah blah jog on - oh Fuck off!!! All his mates are 'doing a five stretch'. Really? Oh fucking fucking really?

You do know that if he says the word 'Krays' it's legal for you to kill him wink

Double Kill if he mentions that "they looked after their own"

Eternal debt to the brother of my ex-missus.  Got divorced many moons ago after her fling with one of my "mates" and in the first rush of guilt, the ex promised me the house, no strings.  The Brother in Law, a Building Society Manager at the time, was wary of her going back on this promise when push came to shove and the Mother-in-Law, who was a first class bitch, got her claws in.  So he drafted a formal "afidavit" got her to sign it then witnessed it using all his professional qualifications.  He wasn't sure how it stood as a legal document, but I got all that was promised to me, with minimum hassle.

He was a top bloke, with a lovely wife and family, but she died of Cancer not long afterwards.  Did nothing to enhance my views of an enlightened and caring God.  He's married again and I wish him all the best.  He's a Saints fan and I bumped into him in a pub in Soutampton before last season's game.

Coincidentally, the ex-mate, was subsequently lead a merry dance by my ex-missus, before she buggered off with another bloke.  His nerves were shot to pieces and he developed Psoriasis of "Singing Detective" proportions.  The bird who he eventually married left him for another woman, but then came back.  He now has chronic Arthritis.  Can't help thinking I got the better end of the deal.

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Mrs wolfie got a phone call from her sister at around 10 tonight. My father-in-law had battered Mrs wolfie's cousin's fella. We shot down in a taxi to see what was going on. Turns out, Mrs wolfie's cousin's dick head fella was being his usual "i'm racist but it's ok because I'm joking" self towards my sister-in-laws fella, who is from kenya. Then he says to my father-in-law, who is a big built 6 foot some black guy, "I can't believe you let a nigger like that see your daughter". Mrs wolfie's old man then proceeds to knock shit out of said racist cunt. Followed by an equally big Kenyan dude. Then my father-in-law pulls him off the daft tit and gets back to kickin' shit out of him. By the time mrs wolfie, my mate taffy and myself get there, the racist fuckwit has fucked off, dripping with blood. Bad feelings between members of family, but most of us agreeing that the cunt deserved what he got. My father-in-law, feeling bad for knocking shit out of this guy and the rest of us, mad as hell, debate the nights events over a few beers and whiskeys.
In short, people rag on in-laws but I love mine to bits. They love everyone as long as you love them. Genuine hard working socialist types who I'd stand shoulder to shoulder with in any trouble

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Got the whole shooting match at ours tonight..in laws.the lot!
can't say I'm looking forward to it...tuck meself in the corner with a few cans and watch the footy,while they play fucking charades or trivial pursuit!...pah!!

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My brother in law had The Grey Horse in Horsforth for years,complete know all twat.

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My brothers in laws are sound. All lancastrians 3 Citeh 2 Filth. Got my two kids to sing the Jan 3rd song to the filth ones. (omitting the swearwords and scum). They pissed themselves.

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They probably think I'm a cunt!

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I had my brother in law round on boxing day. He had a tiff with his boyfriend. Say no more

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Alex Sabella wrote:

My brother in law had The Grey Horse in Horsforth for years,complete know all twat.

Started my boozing career in the Grey Horse a few weeks shy of my 16th birthday in the early eighties. Myself and my mate figured that nobody would expect under age drinkers to be hanging out in an old gibbers pub and so it proved. Had you abandon it a few months down the line mind as rather unfortunately young single girls weren't expecting us young single men to be down there either. roll

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albert herbert hawkins wrote:
Alex Sabella wrote:

My brother in law had The Grey Horse in Horsforth for years,complete know all twat.

Started my boozing career in the Grey Horse a few weeks shy of my 16th birthday in the early eighties. Myself and my mate figured that nobody would expect under age drinkers to be hanging out in an old gibbers pub and so it proved. Had you abandon it a few months down the line mind as rather unfortunately young single girls weren't expecting us young single men to be down there either. roll

It is however, an unexpected source of MILF....

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Djpekingman wrote:
albert herbert hawkins wrote:
Alex Sabella wrote:

My brother in law had The Grey Horse in Horsforth for years,complete know all twat.

Started my boozing career in the Grey Horse a few weeks shy of my 16th birthday in the early eighties. Myself and my mate figured that nobody would expect under age drinkers to be hanging out in an old gibbers pub and so it proved. Had you abandon it a few months down the line mind as rather unfortunately young single girls weren't expecting us young single men to be down there either. roll

It is however, an unexpected source of MILF....

Kobe and Suburban Bar (now called Enigma) are the milf hot spots.

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placidcasual wrote:
Djpekingman wrote:
albert herbert hawkins wrote:

Started my boozing career in the Grey Horse a few weeks shy of my 16th birthday in the early eighties. Myself and my mate figured that nobody would expect under age drinkers to be hanging out in an old gibbers pub and so it proved. Had you abandon it a few months down the line mind as rather unfortunately young single girls weren't expecting us young single men to be down there either. roll

It is however, an unexpected source of MILF....

Kobe and Suburban Bar (now called Enigma) are the milf hot spots.

That's just scary - I know loads of them from when they were young.

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Djpekingman wrote:
placidcasual wrote:
Djpekingman wrote:

It is however, an unexpected source of MILF....

Kobe and Suburban Bar (now called Enigma) are the milf hot spots.

That's just scary - I know loads of them from when they were young.

Some very interesting dirty thirties in the Sand Bar for Lunch and Coffee when I was hanging out there in 2007 when my mum was ill. One brunette in particular who it seemed worked around there.

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