So we start laughing' and talkin'. Bert starts telling me about one time when Big Davey bawled him out for chewing gum behind the wheel. He whacked him so hard on the back of the head that he'd swerved and nearly taken some old granny wandering along minding her own business. Davey was the nastier brother so I heard. They reckoned he was a repressed puff. No one would have said that to his face though, not if they wanted to keep their kneecaps. You could see why he was such a head case though all that pent up sexual tension. It didn't matter to me. A psychotic bastard was still dangerous regardless of which team he batted for. Bert offers no opinion on that subject. Still loyal after all this time, over half a century. Still loyal despite the time he did in Strangeways. You had to admire Bert for that.
Some young guns at the bar were starin' daggers at us like we ain't supposed to laugh what with being old and all. I gave ‘em the old dead eye back. They ain’t never seen a look like mine. Back in the day they'd have been in hospital for that kind of aggression. These days I just feel World weary I think they call it. Anger seems such an effort and my ticker ain’t what it used to be.
My lot were on the other side to Bert's boys. We rolled with mad Tony. But don't matter now half of 'em are dead anyway. As for me I still got this one last score to settle with Bert. It was my brother he run over outside the Blue Pearl club. That’s why he did time in Strangeways. We was exchanging fire and he was just a driver but I can't let that go not even after all these years. It don’t matter that he retired and moved north when he got out. Blood was still spilled. Bert would do the same in my shoes. He gets up his knees creaking and shuffles off to the gents. His aged prostate speakin' loud and clear to him.
I follow him to the gents. His aged hips give him a rolling walk like a cowboy or somethin'. Casually I slip the cosh out of my pocket and follow him inside. Shame really I like Bert.
Darren Sant is a 40 year old writer living in the badlands of Hull. His writings only get more twisted and cynical with age. His insane musings have enjoyed publication in Byker Books Radgepacket series and also online.
Darren can be found on Twitter here: @groovydaz39. He blogs once a week under the name 'Old Seth' here: http://www.craigrobertdouglas.com and has a new book review site here: http://santsrants.blogspot.com/
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