A Day at the Races Read Free

was not going to beg her, because I had reached the end of that relationship.
    I was in hospital for a total of three months, and as you know, I had to have physiotherapy on my broken limbs. As a result of my injuries, I have a severe limp in my left leg, because it’s about two inches shorter now. I still have a couple of pins and a plate in it. I also have a really poor grip in my right hand; because of all the broken fingers they never did get back the strength in them. But I had a lot of time to think, what I would do to avenge what they had done to me.
    I was determined to get those bastards but do it my way, and I knew they had a scam going defrauding the welfare scheme. They were claiming for in excess of seven children between them that they didn’t have, located in different parts of the country. Plus they were still collecting their fathers pension, because nobody told the authorities that he had passed away while on holiday in Spain. Anyway someone, I don’t know who…… tipped off the Welfare and the Pensions Office, and they were both arrested and eventually charged.
    They had to plead guilty because they had so much evidence against them. Apparently it took the authorities weeks to sift through all the documentation they had seized. They had each swindled in excess of seventy five thousand pounds, and it had been going on for over ten years.
    They each got jailed for ten years, very appropriate I thought, plus they were fined over eighty thousand pounds. At the time I felt happy with the outcome.
    Anyway, after a couple of months of being inside, they were apparently boasting to some of the inmates, how they had done me over. A guy I was at school with, James Stephenson has a brother in Strangeways Prison in Manchester, doing life for the assault and wounding of two Policemen. He’s normally a nice bloke, but a real nutcase when he has taken drink, and he objected to being thrown out of a pub by these two coppers, and he attacked them with broken bottles injuring them seriously.
    One of them almost died as a result of the attack and he was in intensive care for a couple of weeks, and never worked again. As a result Stephenson was put inside Strangeways Prison to reflect on the error of his ways.
    Anyway he heard them mouthing off, about what they had done to me, and as he knew me he wasn’t impressed, so he asked his brother to tell me about it, and to ask me did I want anything done about it.
    I mulled it over it for a while and thought, why not, even at this stage they have not learned their lesson.
    It’s amazing what retribution you can get heaped on someone inside, for a couple of hundred fags, and a few bags of snort.
    They found the eldest brother, crammed inside a large wheelie bin in a corner of the exercise yard. When they managed to extricate him, he had a fractured skull, broken ribs, both legs broken and all the fingers on his right hand crushed.
    Coincidently with injuries quite similar to what I had. He was in Bury General Hospital for two months, before they transferred him back to the prison hospital. He has a bit of a limp now!...shame.
    The youngest brother had got a job in the prison kitchen. One day they found him screaming the place down, with his arse stuffed into an industrial deep fat fryer, full of boiling oil. He was in Radcliffe Infirmary, having skin grafts on his arse for about six months afterwards. They say he now walks like a jockey with a severe case of piles. Apparently, nobody has touched chips in the prison canteen since. All this agro caused over women, are they worth it, I don’t think so?
    We are happily divorced now, and I wish her nothing only the worst of health and misfortune. All because I was doing a charitable act, but I think she took it particularly bad, because Mavis God Bless her, wasn’t blessed with the best of looks.”
    “I remember that Brian, when I came to see you in Bury General Hospital, I got an awful shock, you were very lucky to survive