In The Nick Of Time


I am an old krug, wiping
the drivel from my lips. I will not have
served my time idly: I will make it
up with my bookmaker. When I was
on the run, I won medals.
They wrote quick fiction with my
name on it. Eh? Iím an old con
artist. I was number one with the
sex pistols. They came to my court.
My wife was flagrant, mate:
as cool as a coconut. I put the
swagger in swag. Reach for the star.
My brain hasnít a cell left in it:
other way round with you. Oh
stands the pub clock at ten to three?
And is there curry still for tea?
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[July 2001]

From the book Make Mine A Double

Jeffrey Archer and Ronnie Biggs were introduced in prison.