9.11am
I awake to the sound of my phone ringing, what Slag is phoning me up this time of day?
"Yeah?" I say
"Is that the famous poker player Joe Beevers?" a voice asks
"Yeah, what about it?" I reply
"Wanna buy some smokes? I got 5 million Bensons to sell, yours for £30K"
"Ok, I`m in, where shall I meet you?"
"Midday under the London Eye" he replies, then the phone goes dead.
Interesting I think, I know my Goons can sell the ciggys on at a big profit, shall I go for it? Of course, I`m Joe Beevers.
At midday I`m standing under the London Eye, I`m wearing a jet black business suit and trilby hat.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a shifty looking geezer approaching, he`s about 50 with grey thinning hair, he`s wearing a brown shirt and filthy jeans.
"Awight Joe?" he says
"Yeah, you got the gear?" I ask
"Yeah I have, I got a Transit van parked up on the bridge, its full of the Bensons, come take a look"
I follow him up the walkway onto the bridge, a dirty white Transit is parked on the lay-by there.
He unlocks the back and I look in, its chock full of the magical golden Benson and Hedges cartons.
"Ok, heres your dough mate" I say, and pull a supermarket carrier bag out of my suit pocket, inside theres £100 in £10 pound notes, the rest is just newspaper.
The idiot falls for it.
He takes it and gives me the keys, "Nice doing business with you Joe" he says then scurries away into the Saturday crowds.
I get in the drivers seat and start the van up, I`ll head for Genial Georges house, he can take all the smokes and the rest of my Goons will take care of selling them.
Half an hour later I`m outside Genial Georges, I leave the van there and leave.
I get home at 2pm and tell her indoors to make me steak and chips.
I work out I can sell the smokes and make £500K profit.
Not bad for a saturdays work...
