The Krays... Manchester story

Bluesince1979 said:
Utter made up story.

Every town has tales of the krays turning up at train stations to be met by local hardmen who sent them back to london.
Theyd have never been off trains the amount of times it supposedly happened
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Clearly a made up story we all know any train you try to catch would have been cancelled
 
When Reggie was dying of cancer, Mad Frankie Fraser was up North doing the rounds, after dinner speaking. The deal was he did his speech and members of the audience, signed a petition to try and get Reggie released early so he could die at home. I had the pleasure of driving Frankie to Piccadilly on a Sunday morning. He was in my car for 40 minutes and what a forty minutes it was. I did ask him about the relationship with the southern and northern gangs. He told me they got on well. He spoke of the Quality Street Gang and others. They would put lads up darn sarf and visa versa if it was on top wiv the old bill.
It was funny though. I was driving a taxi of course and it comes over the radio. "Tango. The Royal Toby for Mr Fraser." I goes in the reception and there's this little old fella. "Taxi for Fraser" I called. He picked up his small overnight bag and follows me out to the car. He puts his bag in the back and sits in the front passenger seat. I looked in his eyes, I said " Do I know you". "you might have read one of my books or seen me in a film or on tv". I said "who are you, what's your name"? "Fraser", he replied, you just shouted it".
"Fraser, what's your first name", "Frankie Fraser, MAD FRANKIE FRASER". The rest of the journey was a blast which I wont bore you all with but I couldn't stop asking him questions. On arriving at Piccadilly he asked me how much he owed me. I said after what you've been telling me, pay me what you want Frankie, He gave me a £5 tip smiled and said give my love to your wife and family.
HE HAD THE EYES OF A MADMAN
 
yozzerblue said:
When Reggie was dying of cancer, Mad Frankie Fraser was up North doing the rounds, after dinner speaking. The deal was he did his speech and members of the audience, signed a petition to try and get Reggie released early so he could die at home. I had the pleasure of driving Frankie to Piccadilly on a Sunday morning. He was in my car for 40 minutes and what a forty minutes it was. I did ask him about the relationship with the southern and northern gangs. He told me they got on well. He spoke of the Quality Street Gang and others. They would put lads up darn sarf and visa versa if it was on top wiv the old bill.
It was funny though. I was driving a taxi of course and it comes over the radio. "Tango. The Royal Toby for Mr Fraser." I goes in the reception and there's this little old fella. "Taxi for Fraser" I called. He picked up his small overnight bag and follows me out to the car. He puts his bag in the back and sits in the front passenger seat. I looked in his eyes, I said " Do I know you". "you might have read one of my books or seen me in a film or on tv". I said "who are you, what's your name"? "Fraser", he replied, you just shouted it".
"Fraser, what's your first name", "Frankie Fraser, MAD FRANKIE FRASER". The rest of the journey was a blast which I wont bore you all with but I couldn't stop asking him questions. On arriving at Piccadilly he asked me how much he owed me. I said after what you've been telling me, pay me what you want Frankie, He gave me a £5 tip smiled and said give my love to your wife and family.
HE HAD THE EYES OF A MADMAN
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Then you woke up and had your weetabix
 
yozzerblue said:
When Reggie was dying of cancer, Mad Frankie Fraser was up North doing the rounds, after dinner speaking. The deal was he did his speech and members of the audience, signed a petition to try and get Reggie released early so he could die at home. I had the pleasure of driving Frankie to Piccadilly on a Sunday morning. He was in my car for 40 minutes and what a forty minutes it was. I did ask him about the relationship with the southern and northern gangs. He told me they got on well. He spoke of the Quality Street Gang and others. They would put lads up darn sarf and visa versa if it was on top wiv the old bill.
It was funny though. I was driving a taxi of course and it comes over the radio. "Tango. The Royal Toby for Mr Fraser." I goes in the reception and there's this little old fella. "Taxi for Fraser" I called. He picked up his small overnight bag and follows me out to the car. He puts his bag in the back and sits in the front passenger seat. I looked in his eyes, I said " Do I know you". "you might have read one of my books or seen me in a film or on tv". I said "who are you, what's your name"? "Fraser", he replied, you just shouted it".
"Fraser, what's your first name", "Frankie Fraser, MAD FRANKIE FRASER". The rest of the journey was a blast which I wont bore you all with but I couldn't stop asking him questions. On arriving at Piccadilly he asked me how much he owed me. I said after what you've been telling me, pay me what you want Frankie, He gave me a £5 tip smiled and said give my love to your wife and family.
HE HAD THE EYES OF A MADMAN
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The bloke was definitely mad alright. As you said one look into his eyes and you could see that.
He had his critics amongst the criminal fraternity but that's normal, there's a lot of ego and competition involved, even when they are older and past it. The bloke did lots of years in prison and received both the birch and cat when they were still in use.
Although many are fascinating characters it really is a dumb lifestyle to pursue in which most end up doing many years in prison or dead. Very few actually make good money out of it and get to live a comfortable and peaceful retirement. That's even more true today with CCTV everywhere, modern technology and the poc act, which seizes all their assets. The real heroes are the men and women who get up early every day, go to work and graft to provide for their families.
 
yozzerblue said:
When Reggie was dying of cancer, Mad Frankie Fraser was up North doing the rounds, after dinner speaking. The deal was he did his speech and members of the audience, signed a petition to try and get Reggie released early so he could die at home. I had the pleasure of driving Frankie to Piccadilly on a Sunday morning. He was in my car for 40 minutes and what a forty minutes it was. I did ask him about the relationship with the southern and northern gangs. He told me they got on well. He spoke of the Quality Street Gang and others. They would put lads up darn sarf and visa versa if it was on top wiv the old bill.
It was funny though. I was driving a taxi of course and it comes over the radio. "Tango. The Royal Toby for Mr Fraser." I goes in the reception and there's this little old fella. "Taxi for Fraser" I called. He picked up his small overnight bag and follows me out to the car. He puts his bag in the back and sits in the front passenger seat. I looked in his eyes, I said " Do I know you". "you might have read one of my books or seen me in a film or on tv". I said "who are you, what's your name"? "Fraser", he replied, you just shouted it".
"Fraser, what's your first name", "Frankie Fraser, MAD FRANKIE FRASER". The rest of the journey was a blast which I wont bore you all with but I couldn't stop asking him questions. On arriving at Piccadilly he asked me how much he owed me. I said after what you've been telling me, pay me what you want Frankie, He gave me a £5 tip smiled and said give my love to your wife and family.
HE HAD THE EYES OF A MADMAN
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Did he say which madman?
Did he have the eyes with him in his overnight bag?
 
I've heard a few tales over the years by streetwise criminal Mancs old enough to know saying shortly after the Krays stepped off the train they met the imfamous Manchester 'Quality Street Gang' who warned them to catch the next train back to London before they got seriously hurt or bumped off. I feel no reason to disbelieve that is what happened. One off those tales was told by my best mate's girlfriends dad about 40 years ago. He knew a few of those who warned them off and he wasn't a bragger or bullshitter. He had a criminal mind himself but I found him a decent bloke who never robbed off one of his own kind. He could have wrote a book on his criminal life, I found him really interesting to listen to his Fagan like ways.

More recently a late 70s mate of mine said pretty much the same thing as above as he (let's just say) was a villain and a rogue back in the day.
 
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paulchapo said:
The bloke was definitely mad alright. As you said one look into his eyes and you could see that.
He had his critics amongst the criminal fraternity but that's normal, there's a lot of ego and competition involved, even when they are older and past it. The bloke did lots of years in prison and received both the birch and cat when they were still in use.
Although many are fascinating characters it really is a dumb lifestyle to pursue in which most end up doing many years in prison or dead. Very few actually make good money out of it and get to live a comfortable and peaceful retirement. That's even more true today with CCTV everywhere, modern technology and the poc act, which seizes all their assets. The real heroes are the men and women who get up early every day, go to work and graft to provide for their families.
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Ergh the Clash would disagree with you........
The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I'd never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison

And they should know, there daddies were bank robbers
 
BlueMoonRisin’ said:
I've heard a few tales over the years by streetwise criminal Mancs old enough to know saying shortly after the Krays stepped off the train they met the imfamous Manchester 'Quality Street Gang' who warned them to catch the next train back to London before they got seriously hurt or bumped off. I feel no reason to disbelieve that is what happened. One off those tales was told by my best mate's girlfriends dad about 40 years ago. He knew a few of those who warned them off and he wasn't a bragger or bullshitter. He had a criminal mind himself but I found him a decent bloke who never robbed off one of his own kind. He could have wrote a book on his criminal life, I found him really interesting to listen to his Fagan like ways.

More recently a late 70s mate of mine said pretty much the same thing as above as he (let's just say) was a villain and a rogue back in the day.
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How did they know which train they were coming on ?


Just askin'
 
yozzerblue said:
When Reggie was dying of cancer, Mad Frankie Fraser was up North doing the rounds, after dinner speaking. The deal was he did his speech and members of the audience, signed a petition to try and get Reggie released early so he could die at home. I had the pleasure of driving Frankie to Piccadilly on a Sunday morning. He was in my car for 40 minutes and what a forty minutes it was. I did ask him about the relationship with the southern and northern gangs. He told me they got on well. He spoke of the Quality Street Gang and others. They would put lads up darn sarf and visa versa if it was on top wiv the old bill.
It was funny though. I was driving a taxi of course and it comes over the radio. "Tango. The Royal Toby for Mr Fraser." I goes in the reception and there's this little old fella. "Taxi for Fraser" I called. He picked up his small overnight bag and follows me out to the car. He puts his bag in the back and sits in the front passenger seat. I looked in his eyes, I said " Do I know you". "you might have read one of my books or seen me in a film or on tv". I said "who are you, what's your name"? "Fraser", he replied, you just shouted it".
"Fraser, what's your first name", "Frankie Fraser, MAD FRANKIE FRASER". The rest of the journey was a blast which I wont bore you all with but I couldn't stop asking him questions. On arriving at Piccadilly he asked me how much he owed me. I said after what you've been telling me, pay me what you want Frankie, He gave me a £5 tip smiled and said give my love to your wife and family.
HE HAD THE EYES OF A MADMAN
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Did he know Pickering, Ronnie Pickering, mad Ronnie Pickering
 
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