I'd rather call someone a cunt in front of me mother than stick a knife through someone's head. But then, I'm no gentleman!
From the BBC website:
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Belinda Cox was among the mourners who called at The Town House Hotel in Norwich, where Kray spent his last 10 days, to offer their condolences.
"I didn't know him but I think he was a wonderful man and this is a very sad occasion," said the mother of two.
"I have a lot of respect for him," added the 28-year-old.
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"Wonderful man"? "Lot of respect"? What the fuck is going on? The guy was a twatting gangster, a murderer.
I suggest a new game: forumites should post the most inappropriate tributes to Reggie Kray here. It might be entertaining, or it might be shite. Let's all go Kray-zee!
Sorry.
I think if someone swears in front of a lady (and Reg and Ron knew a few) I think they deserve a punch or two. Imagine you're in a nice pub having a sociable drink and some bastard (excuse me ladies) says �fuck� right in front of your trouble 'n' strife, well you'd kill 'em wouldn't you. And you'd be in the right to do so. If anyone uses language like that in front of my old woman, I'd expect them to be killed. And that goes for all birds, no matter how rough they might be. The Krays treated women with respect; if they were holding a sawn off next to a woman's facing demanding money � they always made sure the barrel had been wipe first. And even if one of their whores was playing them up, they'd rarely boot 'em for more than ten minutes. Seldom did you hear of them carving up a tart's face without good reason. I know that God has taken them under His protection, although they'll probably take over that racket themselves once they settle in a bit.
Former gang member Paddy Cell:
Dear Daily Sport:
I think if someone swears in front of a lady (and Reg and Ron knew a few) I think they deserve a punch or two. Imagine you're in a nice pub having a sociable drink and some bastard (excuse me ladies) says �fuck� right in front of your trouble 'n' strife, well you'd kill 'em wouldn't you. And you'd be in the right to do so. If anyone uses language like that in front of my old woman, I'd expect them to be killed. And that goes for all birds, no matter how rough they might be. The Krays treated women with respect; if they were holding a sawn off next to a woman's face demanding money � they always made sure the barrel had been wiped first. And even if one of their whores was playing them up, they'd rarely boot 'em for more than ten minutes. Seldom did you hear of them carving up a tart's face without good reason. I know that God has taken them under His protection, although they'll probably take over that racket themselves once they settle in a bit.
In the same vein as 'A Song For Jill' we could have a version devoted to Reggie, little children would wear masks of his face while singing such legendary Cockerney classics as 'Boiled Beef and Carrots' and 'Any Old Iron'. All money raised would be used to buy the Dome and turn it into a Kray Museum, presided over by Babs windsor. A fitting tribute and no mistake Guv'nor.
*sigh* Criminals aren't what they used to be....
Dinsdale? DINSDALE!
"Well one day I was at home threatening the kids when I looks out through the hole in the wall and sees this tank pull up and out gets one of Dinsdale's boys, so he come in nice and friendly and says Dinsdale wants to have a word with me, so he chains me to the back of the tank and takes me for a scrape round to Dinsdale's place and Dinsdale's there in the conversation bit with Doug and Charles Paisley, the baby crusher, and two film producers and a man they call 'Kierkegaard', who just sat there biting the heads off whippets and Dinsdale just says 'I hear you've been a naughty boy Clement' and he splits me nostrils open and saws me leg off and pulls me liver out and i tell him ne name's not Clement and then... he loses his temper, and nails me head to the floor."
"Dinsdale was a gentleman. What's more, he knew how to treat a female impersonator."
Or was that Reggie...?