The Krays & The Firm

'But women can stand more pain than that, especially this woman. Look I'll show ya.' I held my hand out in front of him.  Ron looked puzzled. He had been inside for so long he knew nothing about false finger nails. I took hold of the nails one by one and proceeded to rip them out of my finger tips. Ron winced and covered his eyes as each nail fell into the ashtray. 'Stop it, stop it.' He cringed. I laughed. 'Do you give in? Can women stand more pain than men?' 'They are not real fingernails. What the fuck are they? He asked. I handed him an inch-long painted nail. 'Well, I never,' he sighed. 'What's happening in the world? False fingernails, eh? You little fucker, Kate,' he laughed.

I once took twelve tins of sardines in olive oil into Broadmoor. I could not imagine what the hell he wanted with all those tins of sardines, so I asked him, ‘What the fuck are you doing with all those sardines? Ron howled with laughter. 'I’m eating them. What the fuck do you think I’m doing with them? Smothering my body in olive oil and trying to slip through the bars?’