Apologies...

...for not posting more often.

Quite funny really as I was trying to wind up my fellow betting bloggers by accusing then of all all being part-time bloggers. And then it happens to me. How Andrew ""Bert" Black gets the time to blog at all is almost beyond me.

The reason I have not been blogging is that there has been too much going on. The other reason is what I shall call "The Crash".

I have a flat in fulham that I rent out. Our tenant has moved out so one of my jobs at the moment is to check out flat, work out what little jobs need doing. As part of this process I was cleaning the flat. Decided to mop the floor in the bathroom. Remove bath mat, etc...

Left bath mat outside my bedroom. For some reason did not put it back in bathroom. No problem. " I am in bed quite sober. Decide I need to use the loo. Open door put foot on bath mat. Bath mat goes forward and I go other way. Bath mats and wooden floors do not mix. I ended up doing a triple somersault and a loop. Landed on floor very heavily. Thought I took main hit to head, but looking at my bruises it was probably the left of chest. The left side of my body is bruised from head to foot. The right side has decided to join in as well. The bruises are the stage where thay become sore and stiff. Well that's enough of that.

Life and London is nuts at the moment.

One more example. i went out the other night for something to eat. Ended up chatting to a couple of blokes. Number one used to work at Tramps in the 60's. Famous London night club frequented by people like Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, George Best. Number One worked behind the bar. They never got tips, but on the way out  the rock stars would slip him a gram of coke. A lot more expensive in those days. The other man was a bit older. I have always been fascinated by a local restaurant that is always closed. Turns out he owns it and is actually a private gaming club. Pays his croupiers 2K a night, and only employs people that are members of the magic circle. I mention names like Lord Lucan. He says yes he was a quite a nice bloke. I mention other names. He knows them all. I cannot say anymore, or else I will end up swimming with the fishes. Omerta.

So just two little stories. Over the last few days there have been a dozen more, but I don't have time to go into details.

Better go now. Have a good day.

Comments

[Philip H]

Hope your bruised and battered body soon recovers. Are you on Warfarin by any chance? I have to take that stuff (rat poison) each day. If I just slightly knock my are, leg or whatever a massive bruise inevitably results. Sometimes a bruise shows up for no apparent reason.

These two chaps you met. Sound familiar to me; not these actual two, but like many I've met when I was in the world of bookmaking, boxing and boozers. Highly interesting usually. Dangerous occasionally. Tread carefully, say little, listen a lot is good advice.

Like hundreds of others, I once met "the twins" when I was at work in a new betting shop in Croydon. http://chroniclesofacroydonboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/kray-twins-and-others-ive-met.html

Also briefly met Mr. Freddy (Brown Bread)Foreman, father of the actor Jamie Foreman in a Bermondsey pub one evening.

With our head office in Sunnyhill Road Streatham and our mini-empire of betting shops in Sarf Lunnon, it was virtually impossible not to 'bump into' many such characters.

Ahh... great days, but glad to be well out of it now.

Phil

[Lois]

You should really find a better room to practice your strictly come dancing moves.
Hope you're ok
Lois :-)