My brother came to visit me in Merseyside
I was DETERMINED to impress him with my well-hard 'connections,' so took him to a bar that, I assured him, was “proper gangster.”
“Oh yeah, the landlord’s a monster. Huge fella, done hard time. Big name in the underworld. One of those faces you kind of recognise cos his mugshot's been everywhere. Me and him are sound though, proper sound.”
We arrived, got a drink from him in total silence, and went and sat down.
“Proper gangster then is he?” my brother asked.
“Oh yeah, done some big jobs. BIG jobs. We go way back though, don't worry about it.”

“It’s Warrior out of Gladiators you fucking spastic.”
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Thu 20 Sep 2012, 16:43, 3 replies)

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( zulu eh?, Thu 20 Sep 2012, 17:30, closed)

Not a million miles from the truth
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/179398.stm
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Thu 20 Sep 2012, 22:46, closed)

I did know that he was dodgy
But I inflated it to 'lifelong gangster, kills people for fun' dodgy.
Not knowing he was actually a faded star from ITV who thought "big shiny muscles make me hard," got hopelessly in over his head with some scary folk, and became a completely disposable errand boy.

Nice bar though. He had a couple of those massive golf simulator thingies.
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Fri 21 Sep 2012, 10:15, closed)