Biker Bo Leader of the Pack: A Collection of Short Stories

By John Bolstridge

A collection of 5 short stories

Biker Bo Leader of the Pack; about the life and times of a biker in the1960's

Nursey Rhyme Killer; about a young man and the revenge on others from his past

Claymoors Mountain; about a man who inerits $6million from a uncle in the U.S.A.

THE SANDS DO FLORIDA; Nottingham Family's First Holiday to Florida

House Sitter; a young girl who house sits, and with dier happenings, with the house having a demon within

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Aug 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481769556

John Bolstridge

I my names John Bolstridge, aged sixty-eight and brought up in the 1950 with a very poor education. With leaving school at fifteen, I could not spell to save my life.

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CONTENTS

Biker Bo Leader Of The Pack

Nursery Rhyme Killer

Claymores Mountain

Sands Do Florida

The House Sitter

BIKER BO LEADER OF THE PACK

Chapter One

This story is about the life of a eighteen year old, in the early sixties, in the time’s of mod`s and rockers, his name is John Bow, to his mate’s he is called Bo, he works in the hosiery trade, a fully trained knitting mechanic, his father Francis, also works there, for a lad of nearly nineteen he is on very good wages, compared to other jobs.

He baby-sits for his sister Kate who is married to Mike. One night John is baby-sitting for them when Mike puts an offer to him.

John you know your sister and I have two kids, well your sister considers it to dangerous for me, to carry on riding my motor scooter, you know what they are like. She tells me it’s high time we brought a car, and for me to get rid of my scooter, well if you would like to buy it, you can have it for £40 quid.

You sure, that’s a good price for a Diana durcop.

(The Diana durcop is a twin four stroke with a 200cc engine, one of the fastest scooters on the market, with a top speed of 104 mph, top end.)

John goes outside to have a look at it; he stands there looking at the bright red machine, when Mike comes out to him.

I’ll start it up for you,

With this Mike presses the electric start button and the engine burst’s into life.

Fucking hell, it’s got an electric starter on it,

John amazed at what he had just seen Mike do,

You bet it’s well advanced for its age, you’re getting a bargain.

John’s well pleased with the scooter, and is straight to the post office Monday morning for an application form for a licence. Within a week he had full insurance cover and licence to ride it, the only thing John dislikes are the L—plates on it.

It’s not long before he is hanging round with the lads with motor bikes, he gets on well with four lads whose names are Tim Chris Bob and Ken, and soon he is knocking about with them on a regular basis.

Tell me Bo why did you buy a bloody scooter, asks Chris,

Come on now you have to start some where, I’ll have a bike soon, when I’ve past my test. Bo telling the lads, with a grin on his face at the thought of passing his test on the fist attempt.

. It’s the weekend before John has to take his test, on Thursday at 11-30pm the following week.

On the Saturday night he is going to the firm’s dinner and dance, to be held at the Palace, in Nottingham city centre, his mum and dad are going to. That night John is sprucing himself up in the bathroom, all his mates are going and John is determined to have a real good time.

John you coming with mum and me,

No dad my mates are coming for me, we are going to have a birthday drink in the Barley Mow first, and I’ll see you and mum later.

Ok son you behave yourself.

Get of it dad I’m nineteen tomorrow, see you later, John shouting from the bathroom.

About 7 pm, Chris and the lads turn up, all of them are in tight blue jeans and leather jackets, john turns his collar up and say’s to the lads,

Wow better watch out chicks, for tonight Bo’s on heat,

Yes that’s right on. Bob rubbing his hands.

First stop is the Barley Mow, the lads neck about four pints and sing happy birthday to John,

It’s your test on Thursday, what you are going to do if you pass your test first time, asks Bob.

Well I’ve seen a lovely 650cc BSA ROCKET GOLD STAR in Mikes bikes; he only wants £90 quid for it.

Only £90 quid fucking rich bastard Bo.

I’ve got to spend my money on something,

Well get the drinks in, Bob patting John on the back.

At about 9 pm, the boys leave the Barley Mow and make their way to the Palace, on the door, one of the bouncers are there to greet them.

Good evening lads we are not going to cause any trouble are we? well Bo is straight up and in the bouncers face.

Do you know who you’re fucking talking to?

No reply’s the bouncer, with a smirk on his face.

Well my father owns the company that is holding the dance in this place, do you want me to tell him you’re harassing me,

Err no, sorry, go right in.

Well all four of them walk past, and they are killing them self’s with laughter,

Don’t know how you dear Bo, one of the lads, tell Bo.

Can not stand fucking wanker`s like that, come on lets hit the bar."

At the bar John asks for four pints of mild, the barman asks for 8 shillings,

Let me get them in, Chris thrusting ten bob note in the barman’s hand,

Cheers Chris lets see what talent is on the dance floor.

They all stand there with pint in hand watching four birds doing their thing,

Come on lads no use standing watching, think we might be in there, Bo walking onto the dance floor, all eight are getting on well, and all night it’s more beer and dancing, until about one in the morning.

Well by this time the lads, have had ten pints and are well tipsy and merry, except one, John he has had well over fifteen pints and is well on the way, all of them are heading for the door when John bumps into his mum and dad,

Were have you been all night John, Bo’s dad asking him, well John just grins at his dad,

Are you alright son?

Yes fine, I’ll be coming home just after we have walked these girls home.

Well mind owe you go, don’t forget you are not supposed to drink till your bloto, his mum laying down the law, and shaking her head at seeing the state of her son.

Don’t worry mum I’m fine, well its two paces forward one back. Outside the fresh air hits John, and he feels even worse, the girls only live just up the road on the housing estate, and John starts to lag behind. Bob looks round and sees him and shouts to catch them up. Come on Bo.

Well John looks up and starts to try to run, but it’s side to side and he suddenly falls head first into the gutter, and on the way down his face hits the curb stone, he just lays there for a few seconds not feeling anything because of the booze, Chris turned round just when he was falling, and comes running back to John was. John gets up spitting blood and teeth out, and looks up at Chris and asking.

What the fuck happened,

Jesus Christ Bo your face,

What’s up with it,` John starting to feel the pain,

It’s twice the size it should be, let’s get you an ambulance.

Chapter Two

No just call me a taxi.

The lads flag one down and tell the cabby were to drop him off, well the cabby takes one look at him and asks if he had been fighting, well John is really in pain now and just shakes his head.

The taxi stops outside John’s house he pays the taxi driver and John stagers inside. He goes straight to the bathroom and runs the hot water tap, he splashes water on to his face and the pain hits home, the sounds of John’s moans wakes his dad up, who comes into the bathroom and sees the mess John, is in.

God what happened John, asks his dad,

Fell over dad, look at my face, John looking at the reflection coming back at him from the mirror. All down the right side of his face is badly grazed and the bridge of his nose has split.

You ought to go to the hospital son,

I’ll go first thing in the morning Dad, with this John goes and flops into bed; his dad brings a bucket into John’s room and tells him if he feels sick to do it in the bucket.

John is flat out in a drunken stupor, and it is 9, am before he open his eye’s, by now shock has set in and he struggles to get out of bed, in the bathroom the reflection he gets back form the mirror, frightens him to death, all the blood has dried up, his lip is sideways, and his two front teeth have broken in half and are sticking out of his top lip.

The look of his face, he knew he needed help, so it made him go straight down, and off to hospital.

When he reaches the hospital the first think they ask him is, have you had a motorbike accident, with John being in his riding gear, John in a voice that you can hardly understand. No, It’s about two hours before a doctor sees John, his name is called out and he goes straight in to the accident room.

The doctor with his face down doing paper work,

Good morning Mr Bow what can we do for you, at the same time lifting his head out of the paper work and looking at John,

My God have you had a motor bike accident. John shaking his head,

No fell over.

The doctor injects Johns face and pulls his lip out of his teeth and puts two stitches in the split over his nose,

"Well Mr Bow as for your teeth you will have to make a appointment at the hospital or your own dentist, your nose, there is nothing we can do for it, I’m afraid it `is broken in the wrong place, your bridge will have a permanent lump, unless you have plastic surgery. The nurse will plaster your face and bridge of your nose; they should heel within a week or two.

After the nurse plasters him up you would think he was going for a part in the invisible man, on the way home everybody stops to watch him walk by. Back home he is straight to the bathroom and looking at his face, and thinking to himself.

What a mess, I’ve got my test on Thursday, look at my teeth.

John is off work for the rest of the week, and Thursday morning soon comes round, at eleven he his sitting in the test waiting room, with all his face plastered up, when one of the examiners walk in and ask for.

Mr John Bow,

Yes that’s me, Bo lifting his arm so the examiner can spot him,

Good God what happened to you young man,

Fell over last weekend Sir,

Well if you’re up to it lets begin the test. John goes out and sits on his scooter and the examiner tells him, what he would like him to do.

Mr Bow will you ride down the ring road and at the roundabout, come back to this roundabout, then I will ask you questions on the Highway Code, and that will end the test.

The examiner stands and watches John start the scooter up, John looks in his mirror and signals with his hand, then pulls away, down the road he rides and feels confident, then when he comes to the roundabout he can not believe it, for as he tries to go round the roundabout, his scooters handle bars come lose, so when he tries to go left round it, all the scooter wants to do is go straight on.

Fucking hell, I don’t fucking believe it, he hand signals to pull in and gets off, and puts his legs between the wheel and straightens the steering, just like you do with a push bike, well he starts off again and is muttering to himself,

Well you twat that’s it, no way am I going to pass my test now, he goes round the second island and pulls up next to the examiner.

Well done Mr Bow just two questions on the Highway Code, can you tell me how far the stop lines go across the road on a one-way street at a zebra crossing, Well John tells him straight away, at the same time saying to himself why bother.

All the way across Sir,

Well done, next are you allowed on the motorway on your scooter with it being a large model?

No Sir, because I am a learner.

Well done again, the examiner stands making notes and all the time John is looking at him and under his breath he his saying to himself,

Come on you bald headed bastard tell me, I have not passed come on

Mr Bow I `am pleased to inform you that you have passed you test congratulations and all the best in the future.

Thank you Sir, John cannot believe it, to himself he is saying, it’s my face he’s took pity on me, I’ve passed. Well straightaway the Plates are off, and he rips them into thousands of pieces, all he can think of is the bike that he can now buy.

He rides straight home to tell his mum,

Well done son but do one thing for me,

What’s that mum,

Tell me that you will always drive carefully,

Mum you should know me by now, I will, by the way mum its ride not drive.

Chapter Three

Well that night its drinks all round, that entire night, all John can think of is the bike that he can have now that he has passed his test.

When you going to get rid of that scooter Bo, Chris asking him,

First thing in the morning I’m off to Mike’s bikes, to think tomorrow I’m going to be a fully pledged rocker. Bo day dreaming.

Well all that night, all that’s on john’s mind is the bike, next morning he is up early and leathers on, and off to Mikes bikes, Chris and Bob are going with him, outside Johns house Chris and Bob are starting their bikes bob, has a BSA ROAD ROCKET 650cc and Chris has a TRIUMPH BONNY650cc.

Soon be keeping up with you two, come on lets get rid of this heap of shit.

All three rides off towards Mike’s bikes John is excited about getting a new bike; they pull up at Mike’s bikes and park on the forecourt.

John starts to look at the range of bikes they have, when Mike comes to him.

Hi seen anything you like,

Yes you have a BSA ROCKET GOLD STAR, what do you won’t for it,

To you £110 it’s one of the best of its range,

What will you give me for this shi—I mean the Diana durcop outside, in part exchange,

Nice don’t come across many like this, well Mike looks up in his price book,

£50 for it and you can have the ROCKET GOLD STAR for£60,

I will take it, John holding his hand out."

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John asks if he can use the phone to get insurance for his new bike,

Yes help yourself, one phone call and he has exchanged is insurance, from the scooter to the bike.

Mike brings the bike out of the show rooms and puts it on the forecourt; John stands looking at the beast, all shiny and new.

Come on Bo lets go for a spin, Chris getting a little inpatient.

Ok readyBo striding the bike, the first think he notices is the weight of the bike.

God its fucking heavy, Bo sitting on it, with him having all the weight of it, with it of its stand,

You will soon get use to it, Mike encouraging John, Bo pushes down on the kick start and the engine roars into life, all he can feel is the power between his legs, he puts it into first gear and slowly releases the clutch, well for the first time on a big bike he feels the power of it, and the riding position, with it having clip-on’s you are laying across the tank, and before he realises, he is up to 60mph, Chris pulls along side him and tells him to open her up.

They are on the slip road to the M1 and bob tells Bo to come on, Chris and Bob roar off down the motorway, so Bo lays on the tank, and starts to open her up, before long he his just touching 100mph and his cheeks are flapping, he looks at his rev counter and Speedo and all the adrenalin is flowing through his body.

About five miles down the road, they pull into the service area on the motorway; well Bo is on a high.

Holy shit what an experience wish I had her ages ago,

You’ve done well saying it’s your first time on a proper bike Bo.

Come on lets burn some more rubber, all three rev up their bikes and slipping their clutches are off down the motorway, with all the people coming out of the café looking at them.

Back home John hand in air, tells them he will see them later, and goes in,

Mum you ought to come and look at the new bike that I have just brought,

Soon son, by the way John your father and I are going down to the caravan at Skegness on Saturday, will you be coming to,

No Mum going biking with the lads.

You make sure you eat proper then, while we are away,

Ok mum.

That night Bo meets the boys in the Barley Mow, and John tells them that his parents are going to Skegness for the weekend, and that he is holding a party on Saturday night.

Great Bo, we will bring the booze,

Yes and don’t forget the birds, well all the talk is ether about the party or bikes.

On Saturday morning John’s mum and dad are up at six, and make an early start to Skegness, John’s mum pops her head into John’s room to say goodbye.

Well we are off now John, you behave yourself while we are away, see you Monday morning.

Ok mum you enjoy yourself, John turning over and thinking to himself,

Well I will.

That night at about 7pm, the boys start to arrive over fifty bikes are outside on John’s road and all the bikers are in John’s terrace house, some in the front room and some in the back sitting room.

John’s bird, the one he went out with at the dance is in the front room, and John is in the back room chatting another bird up.

What’s your name sweetheart, John asking her,

Mandy, what’s yours?

John reply’s, to my mates it’s Bo, but a pretty thing like you, you can call me anytime,

Nice to meet you Bo.

Well all night long he his from one room to the next, at about twelve his girl friend Jane ask if he would take her home, so he tells her to meet him outside at his bike.

After he has dropped her of he just gets back when Chris and Bob are about to take two birds they are dating home,

We are off now Bo; Mandy wants to know if you are taking her home, she lives next to the birds we are taking.

"Ok, he looks at Mandy and tells her, slip this helmet on,

Have you been on a bike before asks Bo."

No this will be my first time,

Well all you have to do is hold on to me tight, and then you lean when I do OK.

All three set of down Johns road the noise is quiet deafening, everything is going well they speed along the ring road witch is straight, until they reach the part with two islands on the road Bo takes the first island and his bike judders round he just managers to keep it from hitting the central reservation, he wonders what’s wrong and notice’s that she was leaning to the left she was trying to sit upright.

Fucking twat when I lean you lean the same way, well they come to the second island and the same thing, John `s leaning left and she is trying to sit upright, well this time, there is no central reservation and the bike judders across to the other side of the road just missing an on coming car, well John flips his lid, slows down to about 15mph and the telling off she is getting is beyond believe. He pulls up at her house and she disembarks with tears streaming down her face, as she is going John tells her to,

Fuck off and don’t let him see her round the lads again.

Well Sunday morning John is tidying the house up after the party and Chris and Bob come round to help.

"Morning Bo goodnight last night, seen you last night with Mandy on the back what was she trying to do when you banked to go round the island she was sitting straight up,

Don’t ask me after what I told her, you won’t be seeing her again, in fact don’t think she will ever go near a lad with a bike again.

Bo this afternoon do you fancy going to Matlock Bath it’s were all the bikers hang about its great fun,

Yes sound’s good were we meeting then, At the Shoulder of Mutton car park there are one or to bikers from Bulwell and Hucknall coming.

See you there then, Bo telling Chris, that afternoon John tackles up, blue jeans flying boots and leather coat. He starts his bike up, and goes down the road, the Shoulder of Mutton is just over the hill from where he lives, and the sight that greats him is overwhelming, and for the car park is absolutely jammed with bikes, there must be well over 150 bikes. It’s about 2.30pm, and it must be by magic or something, but all the bikes start to start up their bikes, one by one all you can see is lads jumping on the kick starter, and the noise is ear piercing.

They all start to pull out of the car park in one long stream, even the traffic on the ring road pull up to let them all go, motorist sitting there with open mouth at seeing so many motor bikes.

Going through Eastwood a police bike pulls up along side the first bike and flags him down, well about forty bikers pull up with him, some are turning up side roads, and others are speeding off. Bo and Chris pull into some ones drive and sit there not believing their eyes as the police officer went down the line booking them one by one, in all he booked over forty bikers.

And a few weeks later I’m not telling a lie, we saw the same police motor bike rider with three stripes on his arm, and to this day I still say he got the promotion through booking all them bikers

Anyway back to the story they all pull into a café at Matlock bath, yes you guessed it all the talk is about the ones that got booked, and all were being told that they were plonkers for not doing what the rest had done by speeding off or turning round, Bo tells them,

If you had done what the rest had done, all gone all different ways, he would only had one or two of you.

Some of the bikers were saying that they ought to start a motorbike club.

What about hiring the scout hall on Aspley lane, it’s not being used at the moment, John suggesting.

Who do we see about it,?

Leave it all to me, Bo telling the lads. They all sat round the fish pool on the side of the road when Bo notices, something,

Do you no that lad trying to kick start his bike,

Yes its mad Bill he is having trouble with his bike apparently it keeps back firing on him.

Well he is now, look at him he’s on fucking fire, and let’s get those bikes out of the way.

John and the lads run over to where Bill is, and start to move bikes away from Bills bike. The carburettor is in flames; Bill with one of his clove is trying to bat it out, when his clove catches firer,

Come away from there, someone call the fire brigade,

John giving orders out. Well poor old Bill he doesn’t no know, witch way to turn there is his pride and joy going up in smoke.

What caused it to happen Ken, asking bill,

I’ve been having trouble with my timing,

Well you won’t be having any trouble now, John telling him, then the flames is all over the tank, whoosh the tank explodes, and everyone steps back from the heat.

"Has anyone called the fire brigade, John shouting out?

Yes about half an hour ago

The bike is almost burnt out when in the distance you can here the sound of sirens. All the lads’ cheer as the firemen jump from their cab and unreel their hose, one of the firemen aims his hose at the bike, that is by now almost out. Then the sound of more sirens and the fire chief pulls up in his car and sees his men dealing with the bike.

Well done men good job, says the fire chief,

Well poor old Bill hears the fire chief and blows is top.

Fucking good job, fucking good job, the bastard was out when they came, look at my bike,

By now Bill is in tears and the fire chief did not know what to say.

Were you fully insured, ask Bo,

Yes fully comp.

Well you will be alright then, one of my mates will give you a lift home

At about four they are already for the trip back home, all Bo’s mates start their bikes up, and they all pull out of Matlock bath, it’s a great feeling having all the other bikers watch, as you pull away, about a mile down the road on there way back to Nottingham they notice a car had hit the steep embankment on the side of the road and was laying on it’s side. Bo and the boys pull over and Bo tells a couple of them to direct traffic.

Bo runs up to the car just as an elderly gentlemen is trying to get down from the door, give me your hand, Bo reaching for his hand.

My wife she’s trapped please help her,

Ok don’t worry we will help her, Bo reassuring the old man.

Bo gets down on the floor and looks inside the car, and there she is sitting still in her seat with her seat belt on.

Are you alright love, asks Bo,

I’m sorry I just hit the side of the road and it went over.

Don’t you worry love; we will soon have you out of there.

Bo notices that there is petrol dripping from the tank, and Tim comes up to Bo with a cigarette on, well you have never seen anybody move so fast, before you can blink your eye’s, Bo has his arm round Tim’s neck and pulling him away from the car, what’s the matter Bo,

What’s fucking a matter, are you trying to get all of us killed, Bo pointing to the petrol dripping from the car.

Fuck me sorry Bo, well just be careful in future Bo with a breath of relieve.

Its well over half an hour before an ambulance and fire brigade turn up, all the boys get a thank you from the police on the fine job that they had done, the old lady was pulled from the car with head injuries and taken with her husband to hospital.

All the lads felt they had done a good job, and all rode of towards Nottingham.

That night the four of them are sitting in the Barley Mow having a drink when Tim brings the subject of the motorbike club.

Chapter Four

What are we going to do about the club Bo,?

Well in the morning I will go and see that, what you call them,

Call what, asks Bob,

You know them vicars or something that runs Methodists chapels,

You mean pastors, Tim telling them.

If he says yes we can start it Wednesday, so if you put the word out to the lads we will start it then.

What are we going to call it, asks Chris,

How about a number for it, suggests Bo,

"good idea start thinking of some, well they are all shouting out numbers, number 1 number 42, 89 66, 22 club. Then Bob tells them,

What about 69er,

Fuck off Chris it sounds like you want to go down town for lunch, well this brought laughter all round, (for those who do not know what going down town means, it’s a slang word for having oral sex standing upright man holding woman upside down so she can give him a blow job, while he gives her oral sex.). And then Bo suddenly spits out, what about the 77 club.

Sounds fine what about the rest of you,

Yes it’s got a ring to it 77 club.

So be it if we get the scout hall we are the 77 club.

So they all lift their drink up, and all said, to the 77 club. The next day John goes to see the pastor and puts his proposal to the pastor, at first he is not keen on the idea but John soon talks him round, when he tells him that he will take full responsibility for them.

Tuesday night John tells the lads that it’s on for Wednesday,

Great Bo I’ve all ready told some of the lads,

Well let’s hope enough come to get it of the ground. Bo telling them.

Wednesday comes round and John is first there, at 6 pm, the pastor tells John that he can have the hall on Wednesday and Fridays, and that Mrs West will run the tuck shop for him,"

Thanks pastor, I won’t let you down. Well seven comes, and Bo was still the only one there,

Well looks like no one is coming,

Then in the distance he can hear a rumbling getting louder and louder, then into the car park comes Bob leading them in, Bo can hardly believe his eyes, Bob pulls up to where Bo is standing over one hundred bikers pull in to the car park,

Were the fuck are all this lot come from, Bo asking Bob.

Chris rang to tell me to meet him on the Shoulder of Mutton and this lot were there. Well let’s get them inside and start.

Well inside of the hall, it is packed with bikers and the smell of leather is very strong, Bo gets up on the stage and shouts for order.

Hello lads I’m Bo, at the top of his voice, well all the hall goes quiet.

Welcome to the first night of the 77 club, first think we have to do is elect the leader, then we want a treasurer to collect subs, well the first one to shout out is Bob.

I vote BO

Then Chris shouts

I’ll second that, well with that, it started, all the lads were clapping and shouting BO for the leader,

Ok you have a leader, that is how BO BECAME THE LEADER OF THE PACK.

Next it was the treasurer, and Chris got the job, the night went of well and Bo asked the lads if they wanted to go to Skegness for the weekend, well most of them agreed and it was set to meet at the Shoulder of Mutton on Saturday at 8am, the night went well and for the first time in the scouts hall history Mrs West ran out of stock as the lads, ate and drank her dry.

Saturday came round and they all started to arrive at the Shoulder of Mutton, over seventy were going and with bags on backs or on companions, it was time to set off for Skegness, John was taking Jane, and Bob had is girl friend Pat.

Ok lets hit the road, John shouting the order, everybody starting their bikes, Gold Stars, Norton’s, Bonnie`s and Vellocetts, the smell of Castrol oil that some of the bikes were burning smelled beautiful.

The site of seventy bikes all together is some site, on the road between Newark and Lincoln the boys come across about thirty mods on little lamberttas all going flat out at about 55mph, well the lads went by them and all hell was let lose, the mods scooters were having the long aerial on their scooters bent double and the mirrors smashed, time the bikers had gone by they looked a sorry site.

Most of the way, they were up to speeds of well over a ton and it was only about one hour and a half before they got to Skegness. All the lads pulled into the Ship pub car park; there must have been well over five hundred bikes in the car park all waiting for the ship to open.

All the talk round the car park was about the wankers on scooters coming down to Skegness.

Jane asks Bo not to get into trouble with the law, with him being the leader of so many bikers.

Don’t worry Jane; if I can I’ll try to keep our lads under control.

Bo goes round the boys telling them that they will have a drink in the ship and then they will go to find a camp site to pitch their tents.

At ten thirty the landlord opens the doors to the ship and all go in, inside the landlord opens the big room in the back, it’s obvious that he had phoned round, for he had a full bar staff on at that time in the morning.

The lads gather round the entrance to the hall, the place is full of bikers from all over the country, even some were from London, and some had 41 club badgers on their arms.

They had been in the ship for over two hours and some of them were worst for wear. Into the hall came a small lad of about twenty wearing a grey suit, and when I say small I mean small about five four and thin as a rake he stood on his own, but he was brave to come into a room full of bikers in leather’s, the lad himself standing in a grey suit stood out among the bikers, all in leather.

Then a big six footer 41 club member from London, built like a brick shit house start’s to pick on him,

What’s a fucking cunt like you doing in here shit face,

Then he pushes him. The young lad tells him to leave him alone,

Alone, I’ll show you alone, I’ll put you through the fucking window.

The big guy did not notice that the young lad had put the glass he was holding in the palm of