Me and Johnny Gold went to Julie's place to find Frankie.

He never knew we was coming.  We just wanted verbals

to see what his story was about the job at the jewellers

in Barnet, like why he was brought in behind our backs?

He was always a bit handy with shooters so we got tooled

up just in case.  Needn't have bothered - when we got there

he'd scarpered. Julie said she hadn't seen him for months

which was a porky as we'd already seen him in the Boulogne

in Gerrard Street with his hands all over a young dolly bird.

That was straight after we'd had a drink at the Old Blue Last.

Johnny wanted revenge for him coming on to his wife but I

calmed him down.  On the way back to Vallance Road we got

a pull from the law,  A brake light out apparently.  Freddie Foreman's

man had sorted out the service on the Humber so we had to

teach him a lesson for being sloppy and taking a liberty.

In the end it was a long day. We stopped off at Tubby Isaacs'

wet fish stall in Aldgate and rounded the evening off at the

Grave Maurice in the Mile End Road then Johnny showed me his

armoury in his gran's bedroom.  Quite a collection and designed

to wreak havoc. He could be a handful but totally reliable.  

We had a lovely cup of tea with her then we parted company.

I slept sound knowing there'd be trouble coming up next day.

 No peace for the wicked, said Johnny.

Stop it, I said.