We bowled out ov the station about thirty handed and all were nwaughty pwoper boys, real dark Geezers the handiest you could want as we were so far out of our manor you would not believe it and I was popping my flapper . All jumped in Joe Baxis, Sorted, no OB on top, We were in it deep, right in amongst it, in their manor, know what i mean? This was going to be a pwoper nwaughty day, this lot were no facking mugs and make no mistake.

We pulled into the centre and there were their top boys on the corner dressed in black. No one backed off, not a facking inch everyone of us, all stood, toe to toe, fearing no foe, facking nwaughty ! "Come on lets ave it , "Where's the facking meet"? Screamed one of West Hams

finest Mallet doing his nut.

We were directed to one of their main boozers and I mean facking main, flags outside, pink painted walls, bald barmen, big facking units know what I mean? Looked like they did some pwoper work on the weights muscles stretching their t shirts to bursting point, facking naughty looking Geezers, pwoper mad boats on em and even the women where bald wearing Dm's. Me tickers going right on one but I've gone right up to one, fronted up, eye to eye not budging an inch and let him ave it, " I want Four Magners with ice, one babycham with a cherrwy and an umbwella right on top". Facking nwaugty!