My Story and its about 3500 words long.

Mickey, Mikey, Larry, Claire, Ted, Carlos, Mrs Carlos, Buster, Little Phil
And George.

In much the ironic style an episode of eastenders would unfold, this story of real life, within London’s very own East End cropped up not to long ago. It links all the common occurrences that can crop up in a neighbourhood area, but it just seems a little bit different in these circumstances. Oh! By the way I’m George and I have chosen to tell you this story cause things like this need to be told on the surface for others to learn from.

I was on my way going into Cosmic girls, this local strip club, when for the first time, in a long time, I noticed the two bouncers on the door, Mickey and Mikey. Now Mickey and Mikey only respond to those names and only in that order. I don’t know why but they swear it to be a brother thing. You see they was born and raised into the care of the same orphanage, but ones black and the others white, idiots! The pair of em. Anyway, they’re bloody inseparable and ****ing hard. So on my way in they were dealing with some lad trying to get in for a bit of sn*tch and t*tty. The long and short of it is when they say no it don’t mean maybe if you know what I mean. So I’ve gone in there now and here’s where we’ll meet the owner Larry and his barmaid waitress Claire.
Now Larry AKA Larry looks is in fact Larry, AKA Larry looks up girls skirts don’t you know and employer of Mickey and Mikey. There’s two things to know about Larry, One! He’s into PORN. Oh yeah! The clubs legit but every one of his dirty little fingers in every piece of a dirty porno pie. The second thing is, is that he’s got big pockets, so big in fact that inside em he’s got the old bill, the local council and all the customs officers over at Heathrow. I never really noticed Larry to much but it was when he came into the club, not to long after yours truly, that his all be it brief interaction triggered my interest in his very young new waitress barmaid, Claire. Now here’s something you might or might not expect about her. Claire’s the classic 17-year-old embodiment of that old child from a broken home story. It goes like this, her old mans in porridge for the murder of her druggie mum, she lives in a provided room courtesy of Larry looks and works for **** all money as the Cosmic girl barmaid waitress.
Now deep within the core of London’s east end Cosmic girls might be a nice little earner for Larry but it ain’t exactly known for its class, and the drinks like p*ss. So the night draws to a close and here’s the part where I shall now become the eyes and ears in every wall of London’s East End, to fill in the gaps of this story. When the clubs patrons packed out into the quiet streets Claire was escorted to the managers office by Mickey and Mikey. Not to roughly bear in mind. So she thought it would be just a quick word with Larry. When she turned though to see a darkly lit room and at the desk a person sitting dressed head to toe in black, wearing an expressionless facemask, she needless to say thought it was a joke. Things turned though when Mickey and Mikey exited and the noise of a key locking a lock seemed louder than the gunfire of two smoking barrels. Bless the young girl she must have been a bit scared. Anyway she approached the chair in font of the table and sat down when the person in the mask silently gestured. It was all over her face, was it Larry? because if no one else it had to be. “Well you wanted to see me did you?” Claire said. She repeated it again but was answered only by the silent stationary glare of these black eyes. In the room all that could be seen was the little light there was, catching the glimmer of these two glasses, of the same size, filled with an equal amount of liquid. “If your not gonna talk then I have to go, its late” Claire said. The poor girls throat was like one of Larry’s biggest 20 inch exports, vibrating all over the shop, wink wink. In response, or in absence of response you might say, this unknown gestured for her to keep quiet with a simple head tilt and finger over the lip of the mask action. She sat motionless and then two minutes later the unknown handled the two glasses and placed one in front of her and one in his place. The unknown gestured for her to drink with him and in cack your pants fear and the slight promise that it might be Larry having a laugh she did. One shot down the neck. Things then got a bit slower for our Claire. She sat there for a moment then as the drugs kicked into rhythm…well you didn’t think it was going to be peaches and cream did you? Her vision went double on her and she got a bit more relaxed. The person in the mask advanced and it sad to say that the young girl was raped.
So down Old straw lane, take the first left, the next right, walk 5 minutes and stop at the first red door next to the gimme a wink chinks Chinese take away and you’ll find yourself in the unfortunate company of one young Claire Barry. Feeling filthy, infiltrated, a bit raped and sadly a bit stupid Claire cried the night away contemplating, what should she do? As time passed and Claire reasoned that it might sound stupid when telling someone that she willingly drunk a ready-made drink with someone she didn’t know, It became a bit embarrassing, you know, with her background and the social opinion an what not. Well it turns out that, when mixing the rough with the smooth, some months down the road with no maternal care and a strong sense of her own Christianity she neglected the option of abortion and needless to say, toad in the hole, she had the baby. Now a lot of things happened between the conception and the birth. She didn’t tell the police and we all know why. She also met an individual and carried on working for Larry down at Cosmic girls because of that individual. This individual is a bloke called Ted. Ted’s a bit like a book, shouldn’t judge him by his cover, you know try before you buy sort of thing. How did they meet you say, well they met in circumstance that suited and booted Claire’s situation. He mid-wifed her and one thing lead to another an all that, you do the math. But who is this guy and why would he be midwifing Claire, I hear you say, well! Ted’s just been released from strange ways on account of battery and was serving community service down at the local clinic. Oh! One other thing, he was jail mate to Claire’s old man and they weren’t exactly mates, wink wink.
So very frequently for the next few months it could easily be seen that Ted was overly abusive to Young Claire, he sent her to win the daily bread, wind rain or snow, and sat his fat arse at home on the couch. Of course if she were to come home with not enough of the pay he’d already calculated or even a pack of the wrong fags then she get it in the face and anywhere else on her body he wanted to put it. He said and I quote “a good home needs to be run well and I’m the one running it”. Remember! this was all brought on due to the prior trouble Ted had with her old man in the lock up. The entire meantime this was no place to let Claire’s young one grow up in. Give her credit thought cause the little angel had been organising for the young one to go into care in an orphanage around the corner a few streets away. Lets get in there before she arrives shall we? Then I can introduce you to the foster parents that will take this young one under their wing.
Forty-nine year old Carlos Escabar, known as Carlos the barber, owns Silver Scissors on the Old Straw Lane. He don’t speak much English or its just that when he does he don’t speak it to well. He talks about football all the time and has a bit of a reputation for his dodgy number two haircuts. His wife who will be known to us, as Mrs Carlos is the drive force behind this very successful orphanage. Totally irrelevant, but she wears a 32 d bra and mixes brains with beauty in very equal amounts might I add. Oh quick surprise, guess whose pictures are on the wall as the treasured ambassadors of the establishment...Mickey and Mikey.
The whole reason this orphanage came about is due to poor old Mrs Carlos’ inability to have little nippers of her own. Or could that be Carlos firing blanks as well as his dodgy trims? Either way that’s the reason. So t’was the night before the next and all that when there was a rat ta tat tat at the chamber door. Like a film it was, Claire had knock on the door, left the baby on the stoop and vanished. Carlos answered and him and Mrs Carlos welcomed the child as if it were their own. They never bothered to contact Claire after that as they new, through many experienced years, the pain she would be feeling. So that night back at the club it was easily noticed that Claire was off form. Understandable in her case but she couldn’t afford to miss work cause she needed the pay. So she asked Mickey if him and Mikey would do her a favour. They did. Ted was never to be seen again.
So 5 Billion seconds, 9 ½ Million minutes, 15 ½ Thousand hours, 6 ½ Thousand days, 900 weeks, 216 months and 18 years later everyone’s got a bit older and I‘m walking down from Cosmic's to get a chinky. I was cutting through the old paddy’s market, which shortcuts the Old Straw Lane, when I shoulder bumped an old face. Even now I can’t be to loud telling you this cause if he knew I was talking he’d kill me. It was Buster Axle, and he got his name for the very fact that he busted axles. 8 years ago to that day he knocked off a train for 1 million knicker. Since then he’d been in old el passo por fa vor Spain. He’d been making his money work for him in the club scene but I didn’t know what he’d be doing back here. Maybe he was shopping? And so 20 noodles and 6 pork balls later it came to my attention, by word of mouth, that indeed he was. You see he’d gone round to see old Larry down at Cosmics. Now what went on in there was quite a story in itself but what it all boiled down to was that he wanted to buy the place. Larry, the little dick, with his to big balls on each side, Mickey and Mikey, said no and got them both to send a very unhappy Buster back out into the streets. Buster didn’t leave though without threatening that it wouldn’t be over. And indeed it wasn’t.
The next day it was kinda odd to see old buster at the local college but when I knew why he was there it was kind of genius. He had been scouting kids to do his dirty work. Now it just so happens that amongst the crowd of boys he had chosen was an 18 year old named Phillip Barry. That’s right, Claries young one. So, the rest of the boys he was getting were just passing the word that Buster was back on the street. You know with the other tuff heads and hard men about the place. But, and not by coincidence, the better or more interesting jobs were going to little Phil, which is what he came to be known as. A few weeks had passed and little Phil was all the time getting closer to old Buster. Ya know like in that film, what’s it called? A Bronx Tale with Robert DI Niro where the little boy got closer to that gangster and…Well anyway, since little Phil had no real parents and the shelter although good to him for the past 18 years was now nothing more than a roof over his head for the night, he looked to Buster as his father. Meaning he’d do almost anything for him, wink wink. After a little period of small time collecting jobs for buster, old buster himself thought it was about time for Phil to be used as a tool to make Larry sell up. Thinking aloud to myself you’d usually sell up if the price was right or if business was going down hill for a particular reason. Unfortunately for Larry it was going to be the latter of the two and Phil was thought to be reason enough by old Buster. The mission, which Phil really had no choice but to accept was to make life and business a living hell for Larry and Cosmics.
So at the weekend, I say weekend cause this was the only time Buster would allow Phil to work, Phil made his way down to Cosmics. Now Mickey and Mikey felt obliged to let him in but I’ll tell you more about why they felt obliged a bit later but for now cut, print, check the gate and lets move on. Actually lets move back cause there’s something I need to clear otherwise this story might just sound like a bunch of stereotypes with weird sounding names, thrown into a mixing pot with a unrealistic plot that links em all. And we don’t want that.
Well you know when I mentioned the orphanage and you lot found out who the ambassadors of the establishment were. Well it just so appens that Mickey and Mikey like to help out there once a year at Christmas and buy all the children a few pressies, bless ‘em. So anyway the relevant part is that they obviously new who little Phil belonged to. Needless to say they kept an eye on him throughout the years and even more so they told no one as it was in the interests of the orphanage not to break their confidence. Well let’s get back before you loose it, cause god knows my minds bending.
Little Phil’s going through the front door of Cosmics and the first thing he does is knock a full glass onto the floor and when a geezer approaches to have a go little Phil knocks him one. Now either little Phil’s rock hard in his early years or it was a lucky punch but this geeze dropped like a toilet seat. To cut a long story short this happened for most of the next week and each time it happened little Phil would just leave cause for some reason Larry was turning a blind eye. Of course when buster was to hear that each time Phil done something Larry just turned a blind eye, Buster had a Barney. Yeah he weren’t happy and things had to change. So ere we are in busters den for which you need to be a made guy to into, and him and little Phil are in a meeting. You know! One of those ones, wink wink. So while buster pulls little Phil close for a whisper I’m gonna take you elsewhere...cause its rude to eavesdrop. Don’t worry I’ll tell...no actually you’ll find out what he told him later. But yeah anyway where was I? that’s it, elsewhere! So where would Claire be while her spawn of Satan was acting bashful? Well she chose to totally forget him and never crossed his path from that day, so not knowing who he was and with her now being 37 she just sidestepped it all and made herself scarce.
Once more now the weekend was upon us and brought with it the maximus climaximus of this story. So like clockwork little Phil came down the Old Straw Lane he swung, excuse me! Bit American there, he took a right and was fast approaching Cosmics. Now to go back to my promise and the reason as to why they are so obliging to little Phil, as he walks through the door he hands Mikey, in a swift handshake, an envelope. Been paying attention have you? Cause we know who between these two does the talking. So Mikey gives Mickey the envelope who only a second after reading it nods and, as I squeeze in, they both enter the club, shut the door and go straight for the managers office. Now it ain’t to busy in the club this night but at glance amongst the faces I just caught a glimpse of old Carlos nipping into the toilet with a cosmic girl. Now what he plans on doing with her in there, I don’t know? Wink wink.
So apart from that it’s the usual, some smashed glasses, a few unhappy faces and a score in some girl’s pants. But what did buster tell him? And why and what were Mickey and Mikey doing in the office with Larry. Well! Not in chronological order, but the envelope that Phil gave to Mickey and Mikey had a note, which read “keep Larry quiet in his office for the night and I’ll make it even more worth your while”. This explains why they were so obliging to him. The smart ass was paying them. Well if your gonna beat Larry do it by his rules and after all they are only hired muscle for the highest bidder. And as for the whisper from buster, well! When the clubs patrons once again packed out into the streets as clubs patrons do, Claire was left to shut down. Right lets go through her routine shall we? First she turns of the lights but leaves one on for the ambience, then she collects the glasses, then she empties the ashtrays. After that she wipes each table starting with the north side ones first and works her way to the south ones in the pattern of a chessboard. Don’t ask. She then gives a brief Hoover to the four corners of the club and leaves the middle to the end. She calls for Larry to come and cash the till but from yonder there is no sound. Well she can’t leave cause he needs a confirmation signature for the counting of the takings and so she waits. In the silence and from the dark background through the midst of her smoke a figure approaches and violently attacks her. The shock acts quickly, she thought the club was empty but it seems that it wasn’t. Buster had told little Phil to rape the property of Larry and so that’s what he was doing. Claire though wasn’t going to have it happen twice and practised what an anti-rape preacher told her not to long ago. The negative side to the technique she used was that it only becomes effective once the man has entered. In and amongst the screams of her and little Phil Carlos who was still in the bog with that girl and Mickey and Mikey came out into the forum for the biggest shock of their lives. Which in turn was going to be a minor one compared to that of little Phil’s and Claire’s.