 You can now follow me on all my social media platforms to find out who my latest guest will be and don't forget to click the subscribe button and the notifications button so you're notified for when my next podcast goes live. Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember you saying the wife did, though. It was a bit of a club, you know. All the bunkers used to get in there, because you used to get a lot of ships and elves before, Scandinavian ships, there's always punch-ups in there, you know. Yeah. And anyway, this goose has come over to me. He knew off me. You want a friend more of a, you know, do you want to drink more of an acquaintance, sort of it? Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Some goose are old in three grand. And he said, if I get in the three grand, I can have one and a half, and he can have one and a half. Now, one and a half grand in 1974, because this happened about a week before I got arrested. One and a half grand was a lot of money. If I remember rightly, I think you could buy a brand new mini Cooper for 600 quid. Jesus. Then, Dave, you could buy a free piece of soup. Fucking hell. See, right, get in. So, as we've gone into the front... Oh, yeah. ...it was a fucking move just seems on the tables. I don't know, this is exactly how it happened. Yeah, he had like a big fucking... ...sort of cheer. It was like a big... It was quite massive, you know. Yeah. And it wasn't one of them where you sit back and it goes back. It was just a sturdy, old-fashioned old chair. You didn't bomb him. You didn't do your belt. And I pulled his pants down and trousers. You just... Oh, God. You didn't bomb him, did you? You didn't bomb him. Did you get... You don't get how I'm bombing. Oh, man. Hey, I bet he wasn't feeling too grand after that. Fucking hell. What was that? Did you get it? I bet he's fucking shitting himself. Well, you're not going to forget that, are you? Fucking hell. I don't know what's worth getting your fucking plums blown off or getting bombed. Fucking hell, that would have been... That would have been pushing it a bit far bombing him. Can you imagine bombing him, saying, Right, get that fucking money chopped up, you know? Have his plums blown off? Can you imagine when you left the house? Can you imagine when you left the house? I bet when you walked out the house and left the room, I bet you thought someone had spiked his fucking drink or something. Fucking hell. Did the old bill not clock you for that? Did you? It's a load of plums. I bet they fucking did. Right, fucking bend him over the chair, get his fucking belt off under his pants, pull his pants on his boxes down. I bet he never ever forgot that. I bet he never fucking left that down. I bet he thought, what the fuck is he going to do to me? Well, it's fucking fortunate, isn't it? Fucking hell. Don't you see why after a week of fucking... I bet he was fucking relieved, you know?