bruiser!

talk about a face from the fucking past. i run into an old mate today. Stevey MacHinton, aka bruiser. we were like crocket and fucking tubbs in the old days.

it was a bit embarrasing actually. we were both at the traffic lights in leytonstone high road. he was in white transit van with MacHinton and Son builders emblazoned on the side. I was standing on the pavement with a bucket and a shammy leather about to start washing his wind-sheild. We didn't recognise eachother straight away mind.

"Want your windows cleaned mate?" I mouthed at him through the window.
He wound down the window and started shouting at me ... "fuck off you peasant!"
"Only a squid," i said hopefully.
"Bollocks! Fuck off you soapy cunt."

Then he squinted. A look of recognition and then ... "Marshal, is that you?"
"Stevey?"
"Fuck me?"
(to be continued)