Friday 31 January 2014

Sowerbutt's Job

"I don't beat about the bush as you know, Sorbay," Brendan Bracken said. "I have a Jerry spy on the run and I need you to take care of him."
He pushed a thick wad of pound notes and a file across the desk. "Some details about him and enough cash to cover any mischief you might be up to. I need you and your best men on his trail straightaway."
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Sowerbutt's Tale

Sowerbutt liked the story of the demise of the old Luton Town Hall. The Luton Tommies were not invited to a Victory lunch at the old town hall 20 years earlier and stood watching the local nobs filling their faces for free. The Tommies got the hump and rioted. The old town hall was sacked, set on fire and burnt down.
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Sowerbutt's Plan

Sowerbutt said: "Go on, Nero."
"Well, it is like this, Mr Sorbay. Streets running off Coleman Street both sides of the pie stall. When the mail van stops for pies, two cars pull out, blocking him in. We jump out both cars, cosh or rope the blokes, grab the bags and get going. Be gone in a couple of shakes."
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Sowerbutt's Passion

Polly, who was in a heated discussion with one of the wirers, did not notice Sowerbutt creeping up behind her. She shrieked as he put his strong arms around her waist and lifted her up. The girls wolf-whistled and clapped as he turned his lady around and kissed her.
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Sowerbutt's Title

Years earlier, the Coach had encouraged Sowerbutt to take up boxing professionally. "You've got a killer punch and you move like a cat. Never seen anyone of your size as agile as you are. The fatal feline, I can see the title on the posters."
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Sowerbutt's Pies

"Here's the story," Sowerbutt said. "One of Pop's old army mates is a caretaker just off Moorgate in the City. Most mornings he has a bite and a cuppa at the pie stall in Coleman Street. Bit late one morning and a mail van pulled up, bloke jumps out, buys a couple of pies and the van shoots off.
"'Silly bastards,' says the pie man. 'Regular as clockwork those two and them carrying money in the back for the banks. Someone is going to watch out for them one day and knock them off'."
Spaghetti smiled: "That's something we could help out with, guv - keep the money safe for them."
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Sowerbutt's Lesson

Spaghetti nodded: "I know the Hospital Tavern, up by the fever hospital, and the bloke they call Tickles. All piss and wind. As an opener, we could take them out. Knuckles, coshes and a sawn-off, be over in minutes."
Sowerbutt puffed his corona. "I like it, tit-for-tat with the Reds. Tickles and his mates need a good lesson."
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Sowerbutt's Wedding

Dot puffed on her Black Cat. "Sorbay does love you, Polly, in his own way, but he's scared of commitment. Hard bastard, they say on the street, but he cares about people."
Polly smiled: "I'm sure he does, but not enough about me. Talks about paying for Spaghetti's wedding, but what about mine? I'll slap  it out of him one of these days."
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Sunday 26 January 2014

Sowerbutt's Mission

Dot smiled and sipped her gin. "Your man is always busy, Polly. Racing back to the Smoke or up to something in lovely Luton. He's a man with a mission."
Polly gave the icy look that sent shivers up Sowerbutt's spine. "I'll give him mission. I'll break a mission over his thick skull. It is time he brought the girls up some decent food and took me out for a meal at the George."
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Sowerbutt's Fire

"What about Kowalski's warehouse. We know he's a Red supporter, I've seen him in the street marches," Sowerbutt said. "Don't need phosphorous to burn that. We can slip in the back and turn the gas on or put a light in the petrol tank of that old lorry he has parked around the back."
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Sowerbutt's War

"I want our lads to go in and flush out the Reds," Sowerbutt snapped. "Smash up their pubs, do over their shops, grab any members or supporters and give them a hiding. You know the routine. Take shooters, but coshes and knuckles should be enough."
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Sowerbutt's Gift

"Something for your wedding, Annie," Sowerbutt said. "They call them Nylons. Only went on sale Stateside a few months ago."
Annie was standing next to Sowerbutt's chair, she was speechless. Throwing her arms around him, she kissed his stubbly cheek.
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Sowerbutt's Fist

Sowerbutt grabbed the leg of the man hanging from the upstairs window. Yanking him back into the bedroom, Sowerbutt's fist collided with the man's chin at full speed. He slumped to the floor, unconscious.
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Sowerbutt's Window

"I don't care a monkey's. Tell me where Betty is, you piece of crap, or out you go," Sowerbutt shouted at the struggling man, already halfway out of the upstairs window of a Whitechapel terrace.
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Sowerbutt's Threat

"First, the Reds take Tipper and then your missus, Billy. We'll find out where they are and sort them. McGaskie and his mates are dead men walking," Sowerbutt said.
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Saturday 25 January 2014

Sowerbutt's Pledge

Sowerbutt's face was a thunderstorm. "I promise you one thing, Billy boy. Anybody has laid a finger on your missus and I'll gut them personally and send them down The River. Nobody, but nobody, touches the Family and lives."
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Sowerbutt's Dilemma

"I didn't know who to turn to and that's the truth of it," the submariner said. "I'm just back on shore leave from Pompey and the missus isn't home. Bert at the corner shop said he saw her yesterday but the neighbours said the house was quiet last night. I dropped my kit and went nosing about. Someone at the Chrisp Street Markets said the Reds had taken her, payback or something. It's years since I was in the Blackshirts with you, Mr Sorbay, what's going on?"
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Sowerbutt's Enemy


The hawk-faced teacher with a shock of black hair bounced up and down on the bed in the house in Stepney Green, his arms outstretched.  His companion, wearing metal-frame glasses, was slumped in an armchair, his trembling hand holding a bottle of  gin. "We've done it Peregrine," McGaskie giggled in mid-air. "We've won the Battle of London. The Fascist filth are defeated, we've beaten Sowerbutt."

Saturday 18 January 2014

Sowerbutt's Order

“Snuff him, Cocker, pull the trigger. Don’t have time to waste,” Sowerbutt snapped. The Essex farm-boy nodded and fired the Smith & Wesson pointing at the balding head of the ex-docker inches away. The man’s eyes looked shocked as blood, brain and bone splattered over the wall behind him. With a high-pitched sigh, the stocky man slumped onto the asphalt of the Whitechapel alleyway.
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Sowerbutt's Face

The old soldier, who had served in various far-flung outposts across the Empire, shivered. He had seen the look on Sowerbutts face before - during the vicious fighting in Cable Street four years earlier. It was not a face for the faint-hearted.
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Sowerbutt's Oath


Sowerbutt turned to WO Barker, his voice sub-zero. Nobody touches the Family and lives. That teacher and his idiots are finished.  But Ill swear this in front of you, my friend. If poor Tipper is gone, the Bolshie embassy will disappear and I will cut down every last Red in the Smoke. Blood running in the streets like you have never seen before, make no mistake.
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Sowerbutt's Work


White-faced, Sowerbutt snapped: Press the button. Everybody you can find, drop everything. Break out the shooters, shotguns, knives, knuckles. Follow me in. Go, go, go.
In a split-second, Spaghetti was out the front door of the brothel and running along East India Dock Road.
Grabbing his jacket and two revolvers from the desk drawers, Sowerbutt headed for the office door, shouting: Cocker with me. Weve got work to do."
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Sowerbutt's War


Spaghetti and WO jumped as the half empty bottle of Old Bushmills was smashed on the desk, fragments of glass flying everywhere and whiskey spilling across the top. Shaking the jagged neck of the bottle in his fist, Sowerbutt shouted: “Got Tipper? By all thats sacred, this is war. Ill gut that teacher myself and string his mates up twitching. Ive had enough.
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Sowerbutt's News


The old soldier smiled wryly: Hate to be the bearer of bad news, old son. The Reds - the Stepney lot - have got young Tipper. That smart-mouthed teacher and his mates. They set him up and snatched him, I heard. Somewhere over Whitechapel way. Don't know exactly where, Im sorry to say.
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Sowerbutt's Message


The old soldier, who was known as WO from one end of The River to the other, mopped his brow with a large  handkerchief and gulped his glass of Old Bushmills. Im getting too old for this, Jimmy, my son. I try to keep fit, but Im stuffed. Not like the old days. I pedalled all the way over from Shadwell as soon as I heard. Couldnt trust one of the street nippers with the message and the bombs going off everywhere."
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