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   Tracey    “I’m Bill the pill from Notting Hill, I never worked an I   
   never will.  Pull over there Noel for a minute and I’ll ask that oul   
   one for a glass – it’s a long way to Dublin and me body is cryin out   
   for a drop of this vodka.  These electric windows are terrific, excuse   
   me madam, could I trouble you for a glass of water, I feel very sick.   
   Fuckin ol cunt, what’s she doing scratchin her arse at the front door   
   on a day like this.  Here she comes, now, Noel, when I throw out the   
   water just drive off.  Thank you madam, you’ve brought a dyin man back   
   to life.  I think I prefer vodka, ha ha ha.  Look at the big dopey   
   face on the cunt.  Noel “do you realise that you are aidin and abettin   
   a crime – larceny or should I say highway robbery” He sings in a Scots   
   accent, “Ah stop yer ticklin jokes, ticklin ticklin, stop yer ticklin   
   jokes”.  Kilbeggan – cops – roadblock.  Look at ol Rudolph and the big   
   snozzle on him.  I’d love to pull that fuckin nose off him – the big   
   silly bolox.  He doesn’t like you, I can’t think why; I’m the baddie   
   and watch the way he’ll wave to me.  Jesus this vodka is like mother’s   
   milk to me.  Hello there sergeant, what did I tell you – look at the   
   big silly smile on his puss.  Where do they get the cunts anyway?  I   
   can’t figure it out.  They bring in a bolox like him and put a uniform   
   on him and a few stripes and he’s goin round like a chief of police in   
   the arse hole of nowhere.  Still I suppose the poor old cunt has to   
   make a livin.  If he wasn’t doin that he would probably be catchin   
   rats.  Bet he hasn’t had a ride for 20 years.  The whisky really has   
   him fucked.  Jesus if I had a nose like that I’d sign up with the   
   E.S.B.  He’d light up the whole fuckin county.  I love the cops   
   really¬-- they’re the people who taught me what my parents couldn’t –   
   you know,  how to have respect for people, how to say, yes sir, no   
   sir.  Did I ever call you anythin else in front of any other cunt?  No   
   sir.  I know how to deal with people, they taught me – the hard way   
   maybe.  I know they knocked the shit out of me but I knocked a little   
   bit of shit out of them also.  Cunts – dogs –fuck dogs – shit cunts,-   
   they had it comin.  I haven’t come now for twelve hours, I’m gettin   
   worried- Marie is no good to me anymore – she’s like a sister really –   
   it’s like wankin – sometimes I feel better with a good wank than a   
   ride.  It’s a bad mouse that depends on the one hole.  There’s this   
   little girl just moved in with the lad down the road and I swear she’s   
   the greatest thing of all time – goes through the whole card, wanks,   
   it, sucks it, and takes it arseways, the lot.  You wouldn’t believe   
   it, he wants to get rid of her, I’ll get her out to you if you want,   
   the greatest fuckin artist of all time.  Hasn’t a bob – she just needs   
   someone to look after her and she’ll do the business.  You can dress   
   her up and she’ll be a handy oul hole anytime you feel like buryin the   
   helmet.  Christ, Marie is fucked out – I have to make her suck it   
   always now, her ol fanny is as big as the mountains of Mourne.  But –   
   don’t – underestimate Marie, that-little-women-is-very-deep.  She has   
   stood by me through some very dodgy times.  You should have a good   
   ‘old reliable.’ Boy, you-would-not-believe the things she has said and   
   done for me.  I know now and again I lose me temper and have to give   
   her a few slaps, but I feel sorry afterwards.  The times that woman   
   has got me out of trouble, you know – with a statement that I was with   
   her on the job when I was really on the job.  Of course Marie has to   
   do what she is told, you don’t think I’d keep her if she wasn’t goin   
   to co-operate.  I heard her say things to the cops that I wouldn’t   
   think up meself.  Hey-look at those two shit bags, over there- the   
   fuckin state of them- big fat bitches-  I’d love to fuck the arses off   
   them and then kick the shite out of the two of them and shit and then   
   piss all over them.  Two ol whores if ever I seen a whore.  Oh boy   
   first I’d like to tie the two of them down on their knees on a big bed   
   and make them scream at me “Yes, I am a dirty cunt – I’m a rotten   
   whore” I’d give them the fuckin treatment all right.  But anyway,   
   gettin back to the cops, did I tell you about the way they operated in   
   England?  If they stop you – the first thing they say is “show me your   
   hands, then, Pa- they’re very clean and well manicured – you don’t do   
   much work with them Pa”, no use tellin them light removals is soft   
   work.  But they are gentlemen, those English cops compared to them   
   guys here.  Smarter you know, they try to be nice and trick you into   
   something.  No heavy stuff.  If they catch me with somethin, well ok.   
   – fine, I say to myself- OK boys – you got me but I don’t give them   
   any openers like that. Oh I remember the time they got me with the ol   
   ultra violet light—couple of cops took me in and called the technical   
   bureau in.—never again—that’s the way to learn-- they asked me to put   
   me hands under the light and me hands were all blue—what could I say   
   to them—the cunts laughed at me an said to the others-- take him in--   
   If they have somethin on me and take me in- the thing to do is act   
   scared of them- but say nothing- let them shout away—it happened to me—   
   I was in the station-- some big cunt  got up and said – now fellas   
   leave this to me.  Then he caught me by the neck and say, “Now Bill   
   tell me everything, or I’ll break your bloody neck,” and I act like I   
   got the shits.  I say, “please –please sir don’t hit me.  OK sir I’ll   
   tell you everything, just don’t hit me.”  Then he walked back a step   
   and winked at all the other cunts and that’s when I went for him to   
   the balls – then all the other cunts grabbed their batons—I went down   
   and that’s it.  I woke up next day in sick bay or in hospital and a   
   cop come in and says “OK mister, you’re free to go, we’re not going to   
   charge you this time.”  Cunts – they know if they hold me they are   
   gone for assault, but I’m off a serious charge, naturally Billy   
   doesn’t forget these little incidents – I often went to see a superior   
   officer about these punk rockers, but they’re all the same – I like to   
   wear good clobber because it makes me look like a gentleman.  You’d   
   never think to look at me that I was a criminal.  This rose in me   
      
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