Nice and Easy does it
Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 2:16 pm"Move it Slag, out of my way you Nonce"
Those were the words Genial George said to the owner of Partridge Hall.
Him and me were there last night, we heard the old geezer there kept all his paintings in his cellar. And these paintings were worth about £5 Million.
To backtrack, yesterday morning Genial George phoned me up with a plan.
"Joe, you know Partridge Hall out in the country in Essex? one of my contacts told me the owner Lord Larry Long keeps all his Old Master paintings in his cellar"
"Yeah I know it George" I replied
"Fancy coming with me there tonight? we can do it over and split the proceeds, I know an art dealer who`ll give us 4 million for them"
"Yeah allright George"
So there we were, at midnight on a clear warm night, I was wearing my black Business suit and black trilby hat, Genial George was wearing black jeans, black t shirt, in his left hand he carried a 3 foot long thick cosh, in his right was a metal jemmy.
I gave him the wink and he jemmied the back door in, the lock gave easily and we stood in the hallway.
"Where`s his bedroom George?" I asked
"Upstairs, 3rd on the right" he replied
2 minutes later we were outside his bedroom door.
I nudged George and he barged in, I shouted out "Stand and Deliver"
The old Lord was asleep but awoke at my shout, he sat up in bed and said "What the hell? what do you want?"
"We want your paintings Pal, wheres your cellar Slag?" I growled.
He trembled and said "Sir, the door to it is in my kitchen, just near my pantry, please don`t hurt me"
"Come with us" George said, "Show us and no funny business"
We followed the old man down the stairs, into the kitchen, and right next to his pantry was an old oak door.
"Open it and quick" I growled
He fumbled with the lock and it opened.
"Move it Slag, out of my way you Nonce" Genial George said, he pushed the old Lord aside and we went into the cellar.
Propped against the wall were 5 paintings, they all gleamed in the light coming from the kitchen.
"Get them George, and lets go" I said.
George grabbed them and handed them to me, "Here you go Joe, just got to do something"
I took them, George raised his cosh and brought it down onto the old Lords head, he groaned and collapsed.
"You killed him George?" I asked
"Yeah, never mind Joe" he said
I laughed and we went out of the house, I clutched the paintings as I got into the passenger seat of Georges Jag parked in a lane near the house.
"I will see my contact on monday Joe" George said, "I`ll bring the £2 million around on tuesday if you like"
"Sure George, used 50s?"
"Yeah Joe,now was that the easiest money ever?" he asked
"Deffo George, lets go back to the pub to celebrate" I said
We drove off laughing, no-one messes with me and Genial George...
Those were the words Genial George said to the owner of Partridge Hall.
Him and me were there last night, we heard the old geezer there kept all his paintings in his cellar. And these paintings were worth about £5 Million.
To backtrack, yesterday morning Genial George phoned me up with a plan.
"Joe, you know Partridge Hall out in the country in Essex? one of my contacts told me the owner Lord Larry Long keeps all his Old Master paintings in his cellar"
"Yeah I know it George" I replied
"Fancy coming with me there tonight? we can do it over and split the proceeds, I know an art dealer who`ll give us 4 million for them"
"Yeah allright George"
So there we were, at midnight on a clear warm night, I was wearing my black Business suit and black trilby hat, Genial George was wearing black jeans, black t shirt, in his left hand he carried a 3 foot long thick cosh, in his right was a metal jemmy.
I gave him the wink and he jemmied the back door in, the lock gave easily and we stood in the hallway.
"Where`s his bedroom George?" I asked
"Upstairs, 3rd on the right" he replied
2 minutes later we were outside his bedroom door.
I nudged George and he barged in, I shouted out "Stand and Deliver"
The old Lord was asleep but awoke at my shout, he sat up in bed and said "What the hell? what do you want?"
"We want your paintings Pal, wheres your cellar Slag?" I growled.
He trembled and said "Sir, the door to it is in my kitchen, just near my pantry, please don`t hurt me"
"Come with us" George said, "Show us and no funny business"
We followed the old man down the stairs, into the kitchen, and right next to his pantry was an old oak door.
"Open it and quick" I growled
He fumbled with the lock and it opened.
"Move it Slag, out of my way you Nonce" Genial George said, he pushed the old Lord aside and we went into the cellar.
Propped against the wall were 5 paintings, they all gleamed in the light coming from the kitchen.
"Get them George, and lets go" I said.
George grabbed them and handed them to me, "Here you go Joe, just got to do something"
I took them, George raised his cosh and brought it down onto the old Lords head, he groaned and collapsed.
"You killed him George?" I asked
"Yeah, never mind Joe" he said
I laughed and we went out of the house, I clutched the paintings as I got into the passenger seat of Georges Jag parked in a lane near the house.
"I will see my contact on monday Joe" George said, "I`ll bring the £2 million around on tuesday if you like"
"Sure George, used 50s?"
"Yeah Joe,now was that the easiest money ever?" he asked
"Deffo George, lets go back to the pub to celebrate" I said
We drove off laughing, no-one messes with me and Genial George...
