There’s bad stuff out there. Folks reckon things like vampires don't exist, but they does - Jock from the burger van told me. Plus I found an actual one of ’em, sleeping at the time in the back of a hearse I nicked that first morning. That's how me and Jock got to setting out freeing the world of ’em, using his bag o’ wooden stakes and special bottles of whisky. Course, I knowed that vampires didn’t exist, not when I stopped and done some thinking. And I knowed Jock had mental wossnames, what with his son falling off that roof and him reckoning them immigrants pushed him. It’s just that I didn't get much time for thinking, not with the coppers on our arse. Jock were off...and me with him.
Good ol' Blakey...
All he wants is some scram, a shag, and a few pints.
Nothing less will do for the hardest door man in Mangel.
All I want is more Royston Blake!
Oh and i forgot to mention whossiwhatshis name....?
You know, the story reader guy James Clamp.
Soz about that Clampy!
We need yous as well.