watching. If you canât make this Saturday, Iâll be there every week until you can.
From the Scottis h Sunda y Dispatch :
BODY FOUND IN RIVER KELVIN
Police launched a murder hunt last night after the battered body of a woman student was found floating in the River Kelvin.
A woman walking her dog on the river walkway near Kelvinbrige spotted the body tangled in the roots of a tree.
Police revealed that the victim, who was fully dressed, had been beaten about the head before being thrown in the river.
The woman, whose name is not being released until her family can be contacted, was a secondyear biochemistry student at Glasgow University.
Police are appealing for witnesses who may have seen the woman and her attacker on the Kelvin walkway upstream of Kelvinbridge yesterday.
A spokeswoman for the Studentsâ Union said last night, âThis is a terrible tragedy. When a woman gets killed in broad daylight in a public place, you start wondering if there is anywhere that is safe for us to be.â
Keeping on the Right Side of the Law
J ust imagine trying to get a straight job when youâve been a villain all your life. Even supposing I could bullshit my way round an application form, how the fuck do I blag my way through an interview, when the only experience Iâve got of interviews, Iâve always had a brief sitting next to me reminding the thickhead dickheads on the other side of the table that Iâm not obliged to answer? I mean, itâs not a technique thatâs going to score points with the personnel manager, is it?
You can imagine it, canât you? âMr Finnieston, your application form was a little vague as to dates. Can you give us a more accurate picture of your career structure to date?â
Well, yeah. I started out with burglary when I was eight. My two older brothers figured I was little enough to get in toilet windows, so they taught me how to hold the glass firm with rubber suckers then cut round the edge with a glass cutter. Iâd take out the window and pass it down to them, slide in through the gap and open the back door for them. Then theyâd clean out the telly, the video and the stereo while I kept watch out the back.
All good things have to come to an end, though, and by the time I was eleven, Iâd got too big for the toilet windows, and besides, I wanted a bigger cut than those greedy thieving bastards would give me. Thatâs when I started doing cars. They called me Sparky on account of Iâd go out with a spark plug tied on to a piece of cord. You whirl the plug around like a cowboy with a lasso, and when itâs going fast enough, you just flick the wrist and bingo, the driverâs window shatters like one of them fake windows they use in the films. Hardly makes a sound.
Inside a minute and Iâd have the stereo out. I sold them round the pubs for a fiver a time. In a good night, I could earn a fifty, just like that, no hassle.
But Iâve always been ambitious, and that was my downfall. One of my mates showed me how to hot-wire the ignition so I could have it away on my toes with the car as well as the sounds. By then, one of my brothers was doing a bit of work for a bloke who had a secondhand car pitch down Strangeways and a quiet little back-street garage where his team ringed stolen cars and turned them out with a whole new identity to sell on to mug punters who knew no better.
Only, he wasnât as clever as he thought he was, and one night I rolled up with a Ford Escort and drove right into the middle of a raid. It was wall-to-wall Old Bill that night, and I ended up in a different part of Strangeways, behind bars. Of course, I was too young to do proper time, and my brief got me out of there and into a juvenile detention centre faster than you could say âof previous good characterâ.
Itâs true, what they say about the nick. You do learn how to be a better criminal, just so long as you do what it tells
From the Scottis h Sunda y Dispatch :
BODY FOUND IN RIVER KELVIN
Police launched a murder hunt last night after the battered body of a woman student was found floating in the River Kelvin.
A woman walking her dog on the river walkway near Kelvinbrige spotted the body tangled in the roots of a tree.
Police revealed that the victim, who was fully dressed, had been beaten about the head before being thrown in the river.
The woman, whose name is not being released until her family can be contacted, was a secondyear biochemistry student at Glasgow University.
Police are appealing for witnesses who may have seen the woman and her attacker on the Kelvin walkway upstream of Kelvinbridge yesterday.
A spokeswoman for the Studentsâ Union said last night, âThis is a terrible tragedy. When a woman gets killed in broad daylight in a public place, you start wondering if there is anywhere that is safe for us to be.â
Keeping on the Right Side of the Law
J ust imagine trying to get a straight job when youâve been a villain all your life. Even supposing I could bullshit my way round an application form, how the fuck do I blag my way through an interview, when the only experience Iâve got of interviews, Iâve always had a brief sitting next to me reminding the thickhead dickheads on the other side of the table that Iâm not obliged to answer? I mean, itâs not a technique thatâs going to score points with the personnel manager, is it?
You can imagine it, canât you? âMr Finnieston, your application form was a little vague as to dates. Can you give us a more accurate picture of your career structure to date?â
Well, yeah. I started out with burglary when I was eight. My two older brothers figured I was little enough to get in toilet windows, so they taught me how to hold the glass firm with rubber suckers then cut round the edge with a glass cutter. Iâd take out the window and pass it down to them, slide in through the gap and open the back door for them. Then theyâd clean out the telly, the video and the stereo while I kept watch out the back.
All good things have to come to an end, though, and by the time I was eleven, Iâd got too big for the toilet windows, and besides, I wanted a bigger cut than those greedy thieving bastards would give me. Thatâs when I started doing cars. They called me Sparky on account of Iâd go out with a spark plug tied on to a piece of cord. You whirl the plug around like a cowboy with a lasso, and when itâs going fast enough, you just flick the wrist and bingo, the driverâs window shatters like one of them fake windows they use in the films. Hardly makes a sound.
Inside a minute and Iâd have the stereo out. I sold them round the pubs for a fiver a time. In a good night, I could earn a fifty, just like that, no hassle.
But Iâve always been ambitious, and that was my downfall. One of my mates showed me how to hot-wire the ignition so I could have it away on my toes with the car as well as the sounds. By then, one of my brothers was doing a bit of work for a bloke who had a secondhand car pitch down Strangeways and a quiet little back-street garage where his team ringed stolen cars and turned them out with a whole new identity to sell on to mug punters who knew no better.
Only, he wasnât as clever as he thought he was, and one night I rolled up with a Ford Escort and drove right into the middle of a raid. It was wall-to-wall Old Bill that night, and I ended up in a different part of Strangeways, behind bars. Of course, I was too young to do proper time, and my brief got me out of there and into a juvenile detention centre faster than you could say âof previous good characterâ.
Itâs true, what they say about the nick. You do learn how to be a better criminal, just so long as you do what it tells
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