Well, Irene's new billet at 3 Thomas More Square.
Dropped there yesterday. With several vans fucking about at the top of the ramp, I decided to sling my bike on a lamp-post by the top of the ramp in Nesham Street and walk down.
"Excuse me!!" Bellowed a Saaf Essix accent. "You can't leave that there. This is a private estate. We want it kept looking tidy!"
The twat worked for Land Securities. There's a surprise.
It's a fucking council lamp-post.
Anyhow, as I was giving the cunt some shit, one of his colleagues approached.
He's aged a bit, but there's no doubt at all who it was.
I asked him if it was true that John Boorman had to get a stand-in for the close-up scenes in his 15 minutes of fame, as he couldn't really play the banjo after all. He seemed offended by the question, so I guess he really can't play the banjo.
I asked him for his autograph, but that didn't exactly cheer him up. I suppose he might have been embarrassed at not being able to write.
Anyhow, if you want to see as seriously an in-bred a piece of White Trash as you'll find outside Canvey Island, just find an excuse for someone to summon "security" at 3 Thomas More Street. Of course, you might be unlucky - they could summon his cousin and you might end up squealing like a pig.