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Back In London After A Month In Hiding


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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"I looked at Ron and winked, and as one we flew at him, grabbed him and shouted out "We got your chief Plod, back away or he gets it"The other coppers were paralysed with fear, they`d never seen a pair of bruvs move so fast, so we moved by them all and out the front door of the Filth station. Job done, we were free again.Anyway, we were doubly wanted men now, all the countries Filth were after our blood, we were Gangster No 1.We carjacked a passing Merc, the driver was an old bloke of around 70, he didn`t put up much resistance to two strong brothers.We drove out to our secret safe house in the Middle of England. Luckily one of our goons Gentleman Geoff keeps the fridge and larder well stocked, we had enough grub to last us a year if need be.We needed the action though, we found it a bit boring after a week, our businesses needed us taking care of it all and Ron needed a blonde slapper badly. None would visit us in our safe house.We decided that come November 29th we were leaving, Plod or no Plod.So, thats what happened earlier this morning, we got the Merc out of the garage, we`d already stuck some hookey number plates on.We drove back down the A1, right into the heart of London town.Headed east on the Westway, round the North Circular and back home to Bethnal Green, back to our old Ma.She told us her and Auntie Rose had had loads of visits from the local Plod but they`d played dumb, Plod had took the long march away again.We are back in our old bedrooms, I told Ron earlier how weird it seemed that things had gone full circle.But, we had no choice, there`s a £1 Million bounty on our heads. Though if anyone grasses then they know they`ll be eating through a tube faster than anyone can say Jack Robinson.The bruvs are back in town, and people better watch out, we have unfinished business...

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