Showing posts with label criminals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label criminals. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A fairytale romance..?


Back to Glasgow and some better weather.
Things here in the underworld are getting a little sticky.
Glasgow has always been known for it's "gangs" but of course these are just the footmen for the knights, lords, earls,dukes and kings behind them.
Sometimes a footman gets the better of himself and then things become somewhat hairy.
Jimmy, for it is he, many years ago did some odd things in Ireland, and to this day frequents a pub called the Crystal Bells on Glasgow's Gallowgate. It is entirely untrue to suggest it is an IRA drinking den.
Now Jimmy had a lady-love ( Senga - in case you don't know this is Agnes backwards. It's like houses and pubs that are called NIA ROO. This is OUR AIN backwards. Got that?)
Senga, like many a lass, had her head turned by the wealth and power of Sean, and dropped Jimmy for greener pastures.
But inside Senga's breast her attachment to Jimmy never left her, and after yet another enormous row, she dumped Sean.
Now Sean is one of the high ups in charge of various taxi firms in the town and connected to the Crystal Bells ( you need to keep up and make the connections yourself.)
Senga phones Jimmy, begs forgiveness, tells him she is finished with Sean, and can they meet - in another pub which shall remain nameless. Jimmy goes along, and he and Senga start chatting and canoodling - and then Sean walks in, alerted by just about everyone in Glasgow who he had told to let him know where Senga was.
Sean slaps Jimmy about the face a couple of times and tells him to leave Senga alone, or Sean will set about Jimmy in no uncertain terms. In order to save Jimmy from a worse fate, Senga tells him to go. Jimmy agrees, and goes to the loo to tidy up a bit.
Only he bursts out ten seconds later brandishing the knife he had down the inside of his sock, and stabs Sean 53 times, all the time shouting " Set aboot me? I'll show ya set aboot me, ya ***@@^!"
In the ensuing mayhem Jimmy escapes, leaving behind the knife sticking out of Sean.
When the police arrive,they are able to get half a dozen witnesses, DNA and fingerprints off the knife, and promptly put an APB arrest warrant for Jimmy.
That was six weeks ago. Jimmy discussed with his lawyer trying for self defence (even to lawyers and criminals with flexible minds, 53 stabs is a bit much for self defence - 8 or ten yes, but not 53...)but the lawyer said the best bet was to turn himself in.
Jimmy, of course, is heartbroken - not that he killed Sean but that Senga will now have nothing to do with him.
So the for the last 6 weeks he has been wandering around Glasgow from house to house as various relatives go away for a few days, but blind drunk most of the time.
It hasn't stopped him drinking in a large number of pubs causing problems,nor ending up in the Crystal Bells shouting he could batter any one present.
He even turned up at a police station one night when he had forgotten which house he was supposed to be hiding in and asked them to put him up for the night. As he was clearly totally drunk, the police refused to take him in,so he sat on the pavement outside and went to sleep - from which the police roused him about 7am.
But here's the thing - why are none of Sean's associates after Jimmy, and why are the police ( who would appear to be taking urgent and stringent steps to arrest him) not got him yet?
Could it be connected with various taxis being set alight in the night and the police being very grateful for Sean's death?
As Bubble would say in AbFab " Who can say..?"

Thursday, January 21, 2010

If all else fails ( part deux)..

Whilst I was having lunch yesterday with my legal friend, the ( confessed) criminal he was about to sentence did a runner. As my friend says " What an idiot. He had confessed to the crime already he would have got off quite lightly. Now he's an absconder and the tariff goes up by 3 times"
He adds: " Of course in Glasgow or London it's easy for them to disappear, which is why they don't get let out there. But in Edinburgh? We let them wander about because THERE'S NO PLACE TO HIDE....."

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Things really are bad

Quite by chance whilst walking along the road yesterday I was hailed by a passing car.
I didn't recognise it, but I certainly recognised its occupant - one of the denizens of the Glasgow not-totally-legal fraternity.
Anyway, he offered me a lift and we got chatting about this and that. I asked him how things were.
"Terrible - no one's getting a turn at the moment. We're having to rely on the fags to keep us going" This refers to the ( approximate) 300 white transits that come to Glasgow loaded with cigarettes and tobacco every week from Spain. They used to come from France but that got too expensive. From Spain its marginal but still worth it.
"We're having to cut loose some of the youngsters." This means those at the bottom of the pile are being told to make their own way without the umbrella; cf cutting jobs in the private sector.
" And we've had to have some serious discussions about our cover." This refers to pay-offs to various bodies; cf reducing in-costs.
" And I'm not taking a holiday this year." Wow.
So you can see that pretty much the same things happen right across the spectrum. The man who told me things were up in one section of the somewhat-illegitimate world has gone out of business. The older, wiser " companies" with a spread of interests will cling on.
But even the criminals are feeling the pinch