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...