Reggie_Kray

Ron just phoned me, apparantly 4 geezers are in the boozer who owe us some dough.Rons hopped in his Jag and is coming to pick me up in 10 minutes.I am in my business suit, trilby hat, overcoat and crocodile shoes.Ron says he is tooled up, I reckon tonight those geezers are gonna get it.The landlord of the pub is called One eye Eric, we charge him £400 a week for protection, no-one messes with him and we get our dough, he`s one of 3000 pubs we protect.Eric will be let off this weeks money if we get our dough off these 4 blokes. He can take his missus out for the night then, he`s been moaning fo

Yeah, I cant complain.Me and my bruv have been duckin and divin, Plod think they can nab us but they got another think coming.On friday night me and Ron were in the boozer, I had a pint of Stella, Ron had a quadruple Brandy. These 2 sorts came up to us, both about 20, long blonde hair and legs. "Ere, you Ron n Reg?" one of them said to us. "Go away girls, we are busy here, no offence" Ron said. They disappeared and I turned to Ron and said "Not like you bruv, to turn a couple of birds away" He winked at me and said "I know bruv, but I saw their ears, both had wires coming out from the sides, t

As aboveI`m Reg Kray

I`m Reg KrayNew topics to me are like Goons, ten a penny

"Quick bruv, lets get out of here" They were the words bruv Ron shouted to me an hour ago. We had been phoned up by Ugly Henry just as we were about to tuck into Egg n Chips as prepared by Ma, Ron was putting out his Benson as his phone rung. "Yeah, who is it?" he snarled into the mouthpiece "Its Henry, one of your goons is a grass, I`m telling you now, Ted the Pike grassed you up to Plod last night, I swear to it" "Cheers Henry, we`ll check it" Ron said and hung up. He looked at me, I looked at Ma, she was dishing us up 8 fried eggs each and a mountain of chips, "Here you go boys, you need to

We had a f***ing dog years ago, beautiful dog, it was. All Stations, it was. That's what I used to call it. That what I thought they was saying when I was little. All stations, you know. German shepard. Judy, her name was. Yeah, me dad f***ing put her down when I was little. I went on holiday with me nan, and, um, when I came back, right, he's fobbed us off with some right swaggy story about how it bit someone over at the park. The lying c**t. F***ing loved that dog! That broke my heart, that did. That dog never bit no one, did it Dan? So, call your dog All Stations

Its nice to be back in the hometown. We needed to see our old Ma again, and Auntie Rose. We missed them, us bruvs ain`t afraid to admit it either.Lets backtrack:A month ago me and Ron found ourselves in a nick in Manchester. Plod had felt our collars after we floored this geezer with one punch outside a kebab shop. He`d been getting lippy, he had the cheek to call us a pair of poofters, one broken jaw later he didn`t feel like saying it again.Anyway, we were in the cell when the chief constable came in and said "Ron and Reg, you are wanted for many crimes, we have you now you pair of lowlives"

"We move back down south bruv, we find somewhere out of the way, we don`t need Filth looking for us now, we got a nice business in Scotland, lets leave while we can, before we`re grassed on"They were the words I said to Ron on Thursday, so on Friday morning we left our house, as we walked out the door I said to Ron, "Remember the matches bruv?""Yeah course bruv" he replied.We got into the car just as the flames caught the roof, as we drove out onto the main road out of the village the house was well alight. Good. No filth could get our dabs off the furniture now.So, we drove down the A1, I was

12.55pm yesterday, the weather was good, the sun was shining, the birds were singing.Ron and me were sitting in the garden waiting for Ted and Jim Smith.They were a couple of Scottish goons in charge of the protection racket up here, they had been forced into playing in the game of their lives, the game which should we win would mean us taking over their jobs. And jobs worth £5 million a year.Ron sat opposite me, we were wearing matching suits, Hugo Boss of course, and our trilby hats. Ron was puffing on a cigar and drinking from a big bottle of Brandy, I was smoking a Benson and swigging lage

It was 3am on Sunday Morning when me and Ron walked into a dingy Glasgow nightclub.We were after a couple of hoodlums, they`d crossed the line and needed sorting. Also we were after their protection racket.From the tasty 18 year old who was manning the cloakroom we were told their names were Ted and Jim Smith, they were both 40 years old and big.We aren`t scared of those sort of blokes so we went in the club.They were sitting there, both puffing on big cigars, a champagne bucket sat in front of them, on each of their knees sat a young blonde.I gave Ron the wink and we went over."You, chicks, d

You nonce, we`d make mincemeat out of you pal.Me and my brother don`t take kindly to people slagging us off.We heard a nark in Manchesters going round telling everyone the Krays are poofs, well he`ll find out when we go look for him next week...

"Leggit bruv, I hear Filth cars"They were the words I shouted to my brother on Thursday morning. We had just broken into a Lairds house here in Scotland. The breaking in was easy, brother Ron just jemmied the door and we walked in. The old Laird who must have been 80 was sitting at his table drinking Whisky like water and reading the paper."What do you want? Don`t hurt me" he cried when he saw us."Sit there and stay there old man" my brother snarled, "Wheres your tomfoolery and watches and dough?""In my bedroom, please don`t hurt me"We ran upstairs to find the bedroom, it was a big room all de

Finally got my laptop set up, the place we are staying in was built in 1433, the electricity supply is dodgy.To backtrack, after fleecing the last game we played, the one at the warehouse we knew we had to leave the North for a while. The heat was rising, everyone knows us, everyone is scared of us sure, but it only takes one bullet. Some gangsters get cocky, not us, we know the score.We drove the Jag north of the border, into Scotland, we needed to be near a big city but didn`t fancy living in the middle of one. We chose a village near the Forth Bridge to settle in.We arrived there just as da

We arrived at the warehouse just in time, the game was starting in 3 mins. Remember, this was a £90K buy in game, we had been told about 40 faces were gonna be there playing, the Norths toughest crims.My brother took off his overcoat as we entered the place, he handed it to Frank the Fence as we had arranged, he was central to our plans.A little background on Frank: He was 76 years old, retired from crime is what the Old Bill thought, we knew different. He was a known as invisible as he could slip in anywhere without anyone knowing, luckily as he walked in between us noone spotted him. The gam

Leaving the house in 3 minutes.I`ll give you a clue what me and my brother are planning to do, it involves a grass we own called Frank the Fence, a 5 litre can of petrol, my celebratory cigar, and my brothers new overcoat...

He wouldn`t last 5 minutes in the place I come from. He starts with his fancy ways around some of the men I know, well lets say the bottom of the Thames would see another one...

We heard about it yesterday. The biggest game the North had to offer, £90K for each man to sit down with. A hefty slice of dough in anyones language, and me and my brother are big time faces.We were sitting in a caff yesterday devouring egg n chips when a big bloke approached us. He was about 7 foot tall, weighed about 40 stone and wearing a big check shirt. He told us his name was Bucketguts Bert, he was an associate with Mr Big who ran the North Easts booze trade.He told us we were wanted for this game, its going to be held in an old warehouse out on Sunderland docks, the Filth won`t bother

I awoke this morning at 10.34am, the room was lit by a blue shimmering light, we hadn`t noticed in the darkness last night that we`d took over a gaff right near the river Tyne.I went into brother Rons room, he was sitting up in bed puffing on a Benson, a glass of Brandy was in his other hand."Awight bruv?" I asked"Yeah Reg, shall we do some business today? I`m ready for it bruv""Yeah bruv, lets go see the biggest face in Newcastle, Big Lugs Larry"A bit of history on Larry, he did a small bank job for us back in `89. Around the peak of the boom, when money was floating around like confetti.He b

The scene sees me and my brother driving down a country lane last night, it was pitch black, it was warm outside so we had the windows rolled down of the Jag. We drove slowly and with no revs, we didn`t want anyone hearing us.The field we were going to was a field of sin, no law abiders were going there, instead it was gonna be filled with crims, crooks, narks, nonces, poofs, and snides.We cut the engine about half a mile away and decided to walk the rest of the way, we wore our black suits and overcoats so noone would notice us.After a quarter of a mile I heard the sound of voices, but voices

Tonight 7pm, the mobile phone goes. Its Tarantula Ted, the conversation goes as follows:"Awight Reg, how you goin` pal?""I`m awight Ted, how`s it hangin` with you guv?""Not bad cheers mate, look Reg I can`t be on too long, the Filth may be listening in""No prob Ted, what is it?""Well Reg, you and Ron best get yourselves over to this little field outside Derby at 1130pm, we`re all gonna meet there and play poker, I heard whispers that Plod were planning on bustin` us""Yeah, this ain`t a trap is it? you ain`t gone supergrass on me have yer?""No way Reg, you`re like a brother to me""It better not

I woke this morning at 9.22, the sun was shining in through the curtains. I knew today was gonna be a good one, I went through into my brothers bedroom, he was up and dressed in his suit and trilby hat."Awight bruv, what shall we do today?" I asked"Lets get a few girls, and party here bruv" he replied.Maybe a good idea, maybe not. Hard to tell, especially knowing my brothers voracious appetites.We walked out the door, a very warm day for the last day of September, we were sweating in our suits and overcoats. We noticed a geezer in a red Merc watching us from opposite our gaff.He was about 60,

"Ah the Krays eh, I got you 2 now"They were the words which Inspector Jones shouted at us as we sat in a pub in Nottingham this dinnertime.I digress, the other night we took over a pub in Nottingham. The landlord was 70 years old and working til he dropped. We went in and told him we were taking over, naturally he wasn`t pleased. But after seeing my brothers lead pipe smuggled inside his overcoat he didn`t put up much of a fight.We gave him an hour to get out of his pub, he told us he`d had it for 33 years, that was tough I told him, its ours now.We phoned one of our goons up in the smoke, tol

When you have 800 men working for you then you do have time on your hands.Luckily our business can run itself, my head man in the smoke Charlie can take care of things.We`ve decided to go round the pubs here tonight for a few hours, we`ll offer protection for £500 a week to each one. If they don`t comply then they`ll wake up to a burnt out shell...

Daybreak, first hints of light came through the old mustard coloured curtains.I felt in my heart at 5.49am this morning that today wasn`t going to be a good day. I`d had this feeling before, a tightening of the gut, an ache in the shoulder, this was an hour before Bermondsey Bill broke into our gaff wielding a sawn off. I felt today was going to be bad..I woke my brother up, he was snoring in his pit. A young pro girl was by his side, I bunged her 200 sovs and told her to get out. He looked at me with worry, he knew I was half way telepathic."Whats up my bruv?""I got a feeling Ron, I reckon th

What do you mean pal?My knowledge of the underworld and of poker makes me qualified a lot more than you guv.Who`s won over a million quid at the tables? who employs 800 men?Yeah, me.So, quit your whining and go play on the motorway.And talking of motorways, someone once slagged me off in the papers a few years ago. Sent a letter to the Standard saying what a terror that I was by getting 100 of my men a contract to build the extension to the M11.I got 4 of my men to pay him a visit one night, he now sleeps with the fishes in Father Thames...