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London Boy | Johnny Mack | The Assassin Part 1

Well here it is London Boy fans, the new and highly anticipated version of Johnny’s ASSASSIN blog ! During Johnny’s trip to Goa, India, he found new inspiration and now feels it best to totally re-write this blog. He has done it in a way that the “London Boy” followers who have read the 1st version, will find this a seem less re-write and he has done so, as always, in his own inimitable style….Enjoy

London Boy Johnny Mack talks of a firm of villains in the 1980's and a resulting assasination

The Assassin Part 1

Assassin

The story I’m about to tell you happened a long time ago and for legal reasons I cannot divulge what city let alone what country it happened in. However, for those of you who think you’ve guessed it after reading this. I can assure all you Sherlock’s out there that it did not happen here in the UK…or come to that neither did it happen in France, Spain or Holland etc. I think you’re getting the picture now, so any of you wearing a deer-stalker hat, robe coat, magnifying glass in hand and pipe… don’t waste your time trying to work it out okay? Oh’ and don’t email me either because all you’ll get as an answer, is what the old bill would get from me, “No reply.”

The main firm that I had been linked to since I was a kid had no idea that I was devising a plan to get out of this game once and for all. As I’ve mentioned a few times in previous blogs, I couldn’t just up and walk off into the sunset without they’re being any comebacks. So devising a plan was something I kept very close to my chest. Shame really, because there was once a time when I’ll have at least one geezer I could trust enough with all my secrets, no matter what. But now that drugs had hit the criminal scene, it not only changed how criminals worked, it was also slowly changing the criminal in ways that left little room for that honour and respect among villains. However, the team I was using on this work were the best I could muster from a dwindling list of the less from the best. At a time when I hated drug takers apart from the odd joint smoker, I wouldn’t tolerate users. I had walked away from some tasty work because I had found out one of the gang was using. They couldn’t be trusted could they? The old bill knew that only too well because as soon as they got hold of a user, they would leave him to sweat for 20 hours and then interview him. By then he would be like a singing soprano giving up everyone he’d worked with, past and present. I knew two of the lads were having a line or two but they were brilliant at their work and that’s why I tolerated them. But I kept them in the dark about everything so they couldn’t give too much away if caught. Also my escape plan was in action, which meant I was disappearing after this work was completed. That was how I justified having them on board because if it were under different circumstances, they wouldn’t have got a look in.

My share of the dough involved on this work would be enough to put my plan into action. I needed this piece of work to come off because even in my middle twenty’s I knew I was coming to the end of my criminal career. And by ‘The end’ I mean I’ll be either holding up a fly-over or doing a thirty stretch at one of the hate factories (Prisons) if I continued. If there were statistics, which I’m sure there are, they would read that gangsters don’t last too long one way or another. I was now a family man and my priorities had changed since I first joined the firm as a kid, Meaning my family now had to come first. Apart from that I had genuinely come to the conclusion that I had enough of the entire bollocks of taxing and extortion. Old school principles were now changing at an alarming rate; there was now more violence and putting the frighteners on people who just wanted to earn a crust. But regardless of how long it could take, I was slowly putting something together to get my arse out to live a new life as a family man. I got involved with the firm when I was just an impressionable ten-year-old kid. It wasn’t until I was in my middle twenties I realised this game wasn’t for me. So I had to wait patiently and bide my time until I had the perfect plan ready for my exit from the criminal fraternity.

Well, now that’s out of the way let’s get back to the story in hand because it’s a blinder !

Two of the guys on this bit of work had been grafting the pavement with me for about eighteen months. For those of you that don’t know what that means, well it’s a form of highway robbery, a bit like Dick Turpin, minus the musket and horse. Each job we pulled we would pay our standard 20% commission to the main firm for sorting the work out for us. With the rest being ours to do as we wished. Believe me when I say I done a lot of wishing back then that I started to believe that there were fucking fairies. The dough disappeared so quickly that I wondered where it all went. Whatever my take was from a bit of work, it was always never enough to get my plan on the go. I mainly relied on the firm that was supplying us the work to come up with one that paid higher dividends…and this one seemed to tick all the boxes.

The three of us made a formidable team when grafting together, I can honestly say the best team I’ve had the privilege to work with. I was so lucky to have these guys wrapped around me on this one because they were a minority (A rare breed) who still worked to old school principles. We wouldn’t get out of bed for less then thirty grand a piece, that included paying our dues to the firm. No matter how much we got, it never seemed to last us more than six weeks. It was a bit like an addiction where the next bit of work would pay better than the last. Our ambitions were… and I can probably say the same for the majority of active blaggers out there. The next bit of work was always going to be the last job that would become our “Eldorado” (Retirement to the Costa etc)

This work came by associates of the firm we always worked for. Our firm guaranteed me that they were kosher as was the work, so we were to trust them as we did our own team. Our firm were old school gangsters who knew the true meaning of respect. If they tell me someone is okay, then he was, no questions asked. That’s what respect is always about; if I were to question the decision, then that would be classed as being disrespectful. For those of you who have just starting to read my blogs, then I suggest you read them all. In them I’ve explained how respect is gained, so give them a butchers because they make interesting reading.

Getting back to the story, it would be a nice little touch if it went according to plan. In my case this was the best bit of graft since I was involved with that diamond heist back when I was just fourteen. Back then I was far too young, stupid, impressionable and was a prime target to be taken for ride? Amongst all the bad shit that happened to me back then, I learnt a valuable lesson that there would never be a repeat of what went down back then.  (DUNPECKHAM Chapter two THE GREAT DIAMOND HEIST)

For sure our take from this work would last a lot longer than six weeks, as I’ve already said it would be enough to set me up, providing I spent it wisely and stayed away from the pubs and clubs and harebrained schemes.

After my introduction to their trusted contact I alone was briefed thoroughly of the job in hand. Our contact Fred would sort out everything we needed for the work. All work that came to us via the firm was handled very professionally especially when it came to planning. As I have said the guys and I worked with each other really well. They were to know pretty soon what rolls they were to play. Once we all knew what our rolls were we would become one, always watching each other’s backs. As I said earlier it was the other two I had to really keep in the shadows, all because they were users. They were only there for muscle, driving and cleaning up behind us.

Because I was given the work, I was the one in charge. Along with that responsibility I had to make sure our bosses got their share. Also with that given responsibility, if anything went wrong with our team then it was my neck for the chopping block. Up to date we had worked together really well with each of us having the utmost respect for each other. I felt really comfortable working with my pals but not the other two.

Sadly I am sorry to say that my two pals are no longer with us today but this blog will keep their memories alive. None of them died natural deaths, with one being murdered and the other committing suicide…or so they say. So in a way this blog is a tribute to those guys, my real pals who stuck by me through thick and thin. Some of you reading this must think that the way I am telling this story about the men that we may resemble a Special Forces squad. I must admit we did work in a military format that could be contrived as a military operation. Given different circumstances no doubt we would have made one hell of a fighting unit. They say forces personnel while on front line duties treat and look out for one another like family. Each geezer becomes brother, dad and uncle to each other…a real tight family. That was us all right, one big happy family our only difference being, we went round robbing and looting the establishment.

Some of you are probably thinking he’s making a meal ticket out of his criminal exploits. Well I know what I’m about and that is to tell you guys a story based on my life. If I’m milking it, then you think about it because you must be enjoying it, after all you’re the one’s who are reading this. As I have said a few times now I was brought up and taken under the wing of some very infamous people aged just ten, so that’s my excuse. Also at that time I can honestly say I knew no different.

We travelled to a rented place on the outskirts of the town where the work was to be carried out. Apart from our place being isolated it had been well equipped for our stay with transport, food, drink and of course all the tools required for the job.

This bit of work had been put together by the two firms and believe me this was big. To make this work happen and to succeed, both firms had to be involved. I was picked specially for this one because of my abilities to work to a plan and do as I was told. Even though I had a quick temper I was not considered a loose cannon, the type who would forget or disregard consequences. Another reason was that the team I worked with had a lot of respect for me.

With this type of work, for the moment information on what, where and why was limited only to our contact and me. My guys had respect for me by not bothering me with persistent questions. They knew the score that everything was on a need to know basis so therefore trusted my every word. That’s a lot of responsibility to carry around especially with our crowd. For example if I told them a place was safe and it turned out not to be and all hell broke loose, providing I had done all I could then I’ll be okay. However if I had been lazy or unfocussed and the shit hit the fan than it would be my neck for the chopping block. If that happened the last words I’d hear would be, “Sorry about this Macky boy but its only business”

On the second night we were visited by our contact; who called himself Fred (With such an unusual name like Fred, you’d think they would have put a bit more of an effort into it ha ha). Personally I reckon the name Fred was just a bit of criminal banter mixed in to show that we were working with people that had a sense of humour. He brought with him a catchment of weapons including a Shotgun, Uzi 9mm sub-machine gun and three 45’s automatics all with extra ammo. I had asked for half a dozen smoke grenades because they are fantastic for creating a last minute diversion.

We all sat in the main living room with the curtains drawn to a close. Our contact had brought along a slide show of the entire job. Amongst the slides there were a few including one of the prize. More importantly they showed two alternatives escape routes, just in case something went pear shape. I felt a lot more at ease working with professionals. They seemed to have covered everything, including stuff that only had a small chance of causing us a problem.

Having a slide show was the safest way to show and explain because where we were was a quiet little town and us lot driving around looking at the target could get us noticed. So the guys opted for the slide show presentation providing there was plenty of popcorn.

Billy, our up-front come muscle man, was sitting playing with one of the 45’s while waiting for the slide show to start. Bill was a completely fearless head case; the type of geezer who would shoot you in the face if you cut him up in traffic. However to have him on a bit of work with you, he’ll almost guarantee your safety. If you were in a tight spot he was the type to let you get away while he stayed behind to hold the fort. But with people like Billy you had to be able to control him in a way that he did not realise what was happening to him. Over the years I had managed to suss out a way of working Bill whereby he didn’t use too much violence. I hated having to use it while on a bit of work and nine times out of ten we didn’t have to use it. However on some bits of work you’d sometimes come across a hero who’d end up getting a clump with a gun butt for trying his luck. With most, one look at Billy’s threatening mug was enough for them to comply.

Now you have an idea where we are going with this story and I can assure you next week we fire into a head load of trouble.

Stay tuned

Ta-La for now

Johnny

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Johnny Mack – The Diamond Heist part 2

Here it is everyone…. The conclusion to the exciting, £2.5M true life, diamond heist that Johnny was involved in whilst just 14 years of age! Johnny wants me to tell the fans to keep an eye out for his next exclusive, next week as it  involves large amounts of counterfeit money and a period where Johnny seriously had to get on his toes and go on the run from the old bill in London…..So here we go

Catch up here quick, if you missed the amazing Diamond Heist Part 1 blog

Hi guys !

Once again here I am writing my weekly blog about certain aspects and situations that have happened during my life as a career criminal. Some of the stories I will tell you over the next few months will come across as humorous, sad and in some parts shocking and gruesome.

When I began to write my autobiographies “Dunpeckham & Landed on the Moon” the only experience of writing I had up to that time had been monthly letter’s home from when I had been banged up in jail; my last sentence being in the mid 80’s. Being in jail back then your only means of contact with the outside world was two small pieces of lined paper issued once per month. Not like today, inmates are spoilt because they are allowed to use a phone daily to contact friends and families. Apart from that they are allowed luxuries’ such as an X-box, TV & DVD player, even a MP3 music player. If that’s not ream enough, they even get an en-suite toilet (We had to use a bucket!) and no doubt they use soft toilet paper. When I was last inside our only recreation was to watch an outdated B movie once per month in the gym. Every Sunday afternoon we had the privilege of watching a re-run of “Match of day” shown on a 24’’ black & white TV set. If you were unlucky to have a seat in the back row, then you would’ve had 300 convicts sitting in front of you jumping up and down each time a goal was scored. I couldn’t be assed watching the TV or film, so I opted to stay in my cell and get stuck in to a good book.

Getting back to my two pieces of lined writing paper, which in fact was one sheet from a school exercise book and then cut in half; so you can imagine the size of each sheet.

As time went by I became a connoisseur at cramming as much as possible into those two sheets. Sometimes it could take me as long as three months to write one letter. I suppose I could have written them over a shorter period but I am a stickler for being expressive and descriptive with my words. Little did I know back then, that today I would be sitting at a desk writing novels, screenplays and of course blogs.

After all I had left school aged 13 and English among other classes was not one of my favorite subjects. Neither was my English master, especially after I had chased that heavy-handed bastard around the classroom swinging a three foot freshly sharpened machete. Out of all the teachers from my school days, he was the one I hated the most. He was always putting me down, telling me I was useless and thick. My argument with him was I would do better if only he’ll lay off from whacking me around the head a dozen or more times each lesson. He’s probably dead now but if he was alive I would have loved to have given him a signed copy of one of my books.  And to add insult to injury I would make sure he had front row seats at the premier of “London Boy” minus the popcorn that he’d have to pay for himself.

Without sounding egotistic or giving myself a gee-up, the “London Boy script” is an absolute fantastic piece of work.  It’s coming along at such an easy pace that Lee Hutcheon (Director) and I are not getting stressed in any shape or form. It has become really enjoyable sitting down each morning to begin another page or five. When we began to co-write this script, Lee said to me as we typed in the first scene. ‘Johnny, we are going to write this script to such an exceptional standard that “London Boy” will become the foundation of a new way for making crime genre movies. Just like Guy Ritchie did when he wrote and directed “Lock stock and Snatch.” Guy took a gamble that paid off handsomely and by doing so he paved a new way for producing British crime movies. In fact he gave the genre’ a complete face-lift with the end result being the first of its kind in a new way of filmmaking. Lee Hutcheon has the same way of thinking by incorporating new and ingenious methods that will not only make the film stand out from the rest but the things he is doing have never been tried before.

The Diamond Heist Part Two

Diamonds from the Heist

Diamond Heist – Part 2 & The Conclusion to this exciting true life story of Johnny Mack – Ex-South London Gangster

Now where was I because as you must have gathered, I’ve got a bit carried away again? Oh yeah the diamonds…Yeah there we were in the rear office of the taxi firm. Tony, Boney and I with this infamous gangster (who shall not be named) accompanied by a couple of his own henchmen. As boney showed this guy one of the ten boxes containing the diamonds, I saw these geezer’s faces light up as one of them slid the box open. It’s amazing what you can find out about a person just by their facial expressions. Theses guys were trying hard not to grab hold of us and start kissing us all over. Because what they saw in that one box confirmed to me that what we had was a right little earner and it was within our grasp. The next thing that happened was one of the other geezers got out his little magnified eyepiece and lifting one of the stones to the light he began to check it. With one eye closed and the other engulfed with the eyepiece I could see the concentration on his face. Remember these stones were not cut yet, so they looked like odd shaped yellow stones. They were nothing like a cut and polished diamond, they wasn’t even transparent as a cut stone would look like. What I found out from Tony was that these geezers were checking to make sure what we had were not industrial diamonds. Industrial stones were no good to anyone unless you owned an oilrig drill. Peckham certainly wasn’t about to strike oil yet, so I was well pleased when the geezer took his eyepiece away from his face and gave a yes’ nod to the main man.

I always remember the fella rubbing his hands together when he asked to see the rest of the stones. When he saw Boney start piling box after box on top of each other, I thought he was about to catch fire through the friction of him rubbing his hands together. Tony and I stood back just watching what was going on around us. We both knew we were out of our depth with this firm because we were just kids after all. The business patter was left to Boney because 1, he was the eldest and 2, these geezers came by way of Bone’s contact with little legs, remember him? (Sunglasses and Oh my gawd x 3) Thinking back if it was left to Tony to talk about the stones such as how many carrots they would cut down too and price etc. Then leaving me to barter a deal I think we would be rich men today. But our age was against us from the very start and what gangster in his right mind would listen to a couple of kids.

The three of us had already discussed before the meet back at Boney’s flat that we were not going to hand over all the stones without first getting a lump sum. We knew it would be hard to put an exact price on them until they were cut and polished, so it was obvious we wouldn’t be coming out of there with a suitcase full of cash.

That’s the thing when you’re just a kid doing a bit of business of that kind of magnitude and that is that you have to rely on your elders. On your own and being that age we were way out of our league. So in our case we had to rely on Bone to sort everything out. Even now I look back on that night and wonder why we took all the stones to the meet. There was no need to because all of the stones were all the same size. Now I know Bone had agreed to hand them all over well before our meeting with Mr. Big & Co. What they told us at the meeting was they needed to get the stones cut and valued before they could pay out a large amount. So therefore they needed all of them, that way we would get the cash quicker. I was not at all happy with that situation and I remember only too well that Tony was of the same opinion. The main man told us a load of flannel as did Bone and the only way to keep us sweet was to give us a payment, but that wouldn’t happen until the following night.

I went home feeling really apprehensive about what had occurred at the meet. Bone knew I wasn’t as stupid as I looked because I had been involved with other gangsters. I had been getting more and more streetwise the more I was around the firm I was doing errands for. It was an apprenticeship of sorts where I began at the bottom rung of the ladder and over the years made my way up.

The following night I was sent down the road to wait for our first delivery. Standing at a predestinated spot a geezer walks past me and at the same time shoves a rolled up newspaper under my arm and calmly said “same time tomorrow.” The paper only contained around four grand, but that was a huge amount of money to me. My father was working for twenty-five pounds per week at that time which was considered good money. After that first payment I never picked up again, after that it was either Boney or Tony or because Boney or maybe Boney’s girlfriend.

Within a week Bone was driving around in a Bentley, Tony had a brand new Cortina and I drove a Lincoln Continental.

Some days Bone and I swapped motors and believe me driving a Bentley was a dream for me. Even though the Lincoln was at that time being used to drive the President of the United States about, I liked the Bentley more.

Things got hazy after that, deals were going on behind my back but I couldn’t prove it. I know Boney worked Tony so that I went without on most deals but when the shit hit the fan Bone took Tony and I for huge amounts of money. Every time I asked about the next payment I would get a hundred pound or so pushed into my hand with a promise of more to come…soon.

We went to a local steak house every night for weeks on end spending a fortune each night. Before the stones got reported stolen or lost’ Tony was giving Boney’s partner one or two or three. Her name was Linda and had a couple of kids from a previous relationship. Bone use to beat the shit out of her and mentally abuse her kids. I won’t go into detail because it still upsets me what he done to those kids. I knew Tony was shagging Linda but only because I was as well lol I bet Tony when he reads this will chuckle. There was a day when Bone was out driving his mother about and Linda was alone at home. I had been in there for a couple of hours enjoying myself when there was a knock on the door; yes it was Tony, coming round for his daily oats. I had to hide in the kitchen while Linda led Tony in to the living room and as soon as she shut the door I was out the front with no Tony none the wiser. Remember we were just kids, Tony was around sixteen and me just being fourteen. It was every school kid’s dream to sleep with a MILF but I can say this now, I was first Tony ha ha ha

Tony had to stay away because the stones were now confirmed as stolen and the top brass in law enforcement were on the case. What I found out later was that they had followed Bone and me for six weeks. They had witnessed us spending extravagantly every day & night, every move we did had been recorded. I had met a lovely looking blond girl who turned out to be a nightmare in the end. I spent most of my time with her and only saw Bone a few times per week to pick up a pittance compared to what he was pocketing. This is when Eugene Maloney tried to get in on the ride again. When Tony was about he kept trying to chat Tony in to going with him but Bone paid some plank to give him a slap. Only this time he tried it with me but he was a snake and still is, so he got told where to go.

I had no control over the money, payments etc, I had no choice but to rely on Bone for my payments (Sweetener) He fed me shit non stop, but I was getting angry now because after a little while the money dried up.

It was at this time that things began to get naughty because Boney had come and got me from home to tell me we had a meet with Mr. Big’s boys. Shows you what a coward he was, having to bring along a fourteen-year-old kid along. I sensed the moment I got into the Lincoln Continental that something was wrong. It would only be a matter of hours before I would find out exactly what that was. There had been a meeting arranged for Bone to meet these guys at a local pub in Peckham. When we got there, no one was there to meet us and after hanging around in the pub for half an hour or so we decided to call it a day. Getting back in to the car I was screaming at Boney because where I had not been given any money for ages, this meet according to him was to be a final pay off. I can remember sitting in the car arguing when a hand came round from the rear seat and grabbed Bone. Attached to that hand was a large knife, which was now pushed up against his throat. I didn’t have a chance to do anything before a gun was pushed in to the back of my neck. We were both told in a moody Scots accent not to turn around, but in those cars the interior rear view mirrors were very wide. I could see the guy quite clearly and knew who he was, but said nothing. We were warned that things had now got hot and all payments were to be suspended and that we were to go to ground. The message was to be conveyed to Tony as well who I had not seen in weeks because it had come on top about the stones going missing.

Bone had pissed himself while that knife was at his throat, though he tried to palm it off as sweat because it was a hot day. The guy got out the car and that was the last we saw him.

On our way back home I asked Bone why was it that things had got hot, after all he had been seeing these guys behind my back. He fobbed me off with another line of bullshit as I got out of the car. I couldn’t sleep that night because it was dawning on me that I had been robbed blind by Bone and this trouble we were in was down to him. The next morning I made my way to the block of flats where he lived, I had a metal pipe tucked in to the side of my jeans just in case he tried anything. My intention was to front him out about the money etc. As I approached his door I had to walk past his kitchen window and it was then that I saw an old bill known to me from our local police station. Shocked I carried on walking along the corridor not knowing what to do. I couldn’t go to Tony because I didn’t know if he was in on it and apart from that, there was no doubt he was being watched by the police. So I waited at the end of the block for the cozzer to fuck off so I could confront Bone. About an hour later he left and I made my way back down the corridor to his front door. He opened the door with that greasy weasel face of his smiling and invited me in. At first I said nothing about the cozzer being in the house and Bone was telling me all sorts of shit about Tony. Obviously trying to take the dairy off him and blame Tony for what’s gone on. I noticed on the wall a framed betting slip showing a win of thousands of pounds. No doubt this was Bones alibi to explain where all his money had come from. But the amount it showed was about ten times what I had been given and even though I was just a kid I wasn’t that stupid. It was then I asked him about the old bill, his face was a picture because he thought no one had seen the old bill leave his flat. I asked him what he was up to inviting of all people a cozzer in to his home. I found out later that he gave the cozzer a diamond probably as a bribe or something. Now it made sense why he had been slagging Tony off earlier because as I said he was trying to take the dairy off him and put it on to Tony.

I knew now he had ripped me off well and truly and picked up a stool to lump him with it. But he had a high-powered gas gun and produced from under a cushion. I didn’t fancy getting shot in the face with that, so I thought I’d have him later when he wasn’t expecting it.

The following Sunday I was walking along the road adjoining the housing estate where I lived. When all of a sudden a beautiful silver S-Type – Jaguar pulled up along side me with three of the biggest geezers I had ever seen inside. As they wound down the window they summoned me over to the car. I recognized one of them from the night in the cab office when we handed the stones over. The other two I didn’t not know from Adam. They were really friendly towards me and asked me to go for a drive with them because they wanted a chat. I remember getting in the front passenger seat and then us driving off slowly. The one in the back done most of the talking; telling me what a good boy I had been and that Bone was causing them a bit of grief by drawing attention to himself by buying a Bentley etc. I also found out how much they had paid him, which only added more confirmation that I had been well and truly ripped off. I now know they were trying to turn me against Bone, but from my reaction they soon realised there was no need to do that because I had already expressed my hatred for him. It was then I asked where we were going to because we were getting close to the Nunhead area. The guy in the front pulled the car over just on the outskirts of a housing estate. As he turned in his seat to face me, I noticed the butt end of a .38 special sticking out from his trousers. He then said to me that they wanted a chat with Tony because the old bill had been making their-selves busy. Naturally I asked why they wanted a chat with him because I had been told to give Tony a wide birth until the heat had died down. And if I go to Tony then I am taking a chance of getting myself seen at his house. I don’t think these geezers had realised how streetwise I was especially for a fourteen-year-old kid. This is when I got really worried because they then said that they needed me to go to Ton’s house and get him out of his house and in to the car. They then said that they wanted to take him down to the coast and hide him out in a flat with a bird until things cooled down. “Just a little holiday, that’s all son’’ was the words they used.

Now I had just found out that I had been skanked good and proper my Boney especially seeing the betting slip. Also I didn’t know if Tony had been part of it all and had me over as well. So there I was being asked to get Tony out of his house for him to supposedly go on a little holiday. I wasn’t your average fourteen-year old kid and I knew what their true intentions were for Tony and it wasn’t a fucking holiday that’s for sure!

I played them along and agreed to do it, even asking if I could go along on holiday with him. So they really thought they had done enough to hoodwink me in to believing what they were saying. As I got out the car the geezer in the front grabbed me by the arm. His gun was now fully exposed as he said to me; we know you have been ripped off son. But if you do this for us, we’re making sure the final payment will go straight to you. That was the carrot on the stick for me to go and do their bidding. I smiled at them and thanked them and said “Don’t worry I’ll get Tony out here in a jiffy” Where Tony lived, it was all alley ways, a bit like a maze and easy to get lost in if you were not sure of your bearings. I knew this estate like the back of my hand. Off I went making my way to Ton’s house making sure I wasn’t being followed. After knocking on the door Tony’s old man answered asking what I wanted. I quickly told him what the geezer’s in the car had said and it wasn’t rocket science to suss out what their true intentions were to be.

I could see the worry on his face as I told him. He thanked me for telling him and told me it would be best if I fucked off sharpish, which I did, leaving the main geezers waiting down the road. I made my way back to my home and it was while my dad was home from working away that I asked him if I could have a chat with him.

When I told him the truth about what I had got involved in and being out of his depth, his only advice was for me to get a job. I suppose me working would prove I wasn’t involved in a big way, which I wasn’t which was down to Bone. After working a little while I heard Tony had been nicked along with Bone. It wasn’t long before it was my turn and on my return from work one night my mother greeted me at the door. “You’re mates are in the other room waiting for you John” My heart was pounding as I entered my front room because there were two plain-clothed detectives sitting in there.

To cut a long story short they told me everything we had been up to and that Tony and Boney had been nicked. But what they wanted was the big boys, they wasn’t interested in me and as good as told me so. But I didn’t know who they were because I hadn’t been meeting them, unlike Boney who had been picking up payments from them on a regular basis. I had only seen them at the cab office and one of the others in the car when they wanted to get hold of Tony. So I wasn’t in a position to tell them fuck all, not that I would. But what I did find out was that I had been well and truly ripped off. Because they kept asking me if I knew loads of locations that Bone had been visiting, obviously meeting points to pick up the money. I knew fuck all about any of it. But when Bone got wind that the shit hit the fan, he decided to give a cozzer a diamond, the reason I am not too sure of. Maybe he was working with them or maybe he was trying to bribe them. But I found out years later that this old bill was only a PC, so why give him a stone? And apart from that where did it come from; was it the one in the kitchen or the one in the road?

I knuckled down after that and started work with the old man. I heard Tony had a result by getting a borstal sentence and I’m not too sure what Bone had got. I do know he was the grass and I’m sure he took a few of the buyers down with him. It also came to light that Bone had a mental age of fourteen, which helped him get a light sentence. Now I know why he hung out with me because he was just a kid in a man’s body.

After he got out he had the front to come back to the estate and one day I noticed him under a car repairing it. I went home and got my air gun and went back to where he was working. With his legs sticking out underneath the car he was working on, I saw his toolbox open with a huge screwdriver protruding from it. I picked it up and knelt down next to him. He sensed someone was there and called out “who’s that?” “Me you grassing bastard” I screamed and promptly shoved that screwdriver right through his leg. Screaming like a kid he struggled to out from under the car and as soon as head became visible I shot him with the pellet gun.

That was the last I ever saw or heard from him. If he did grass up Mr. Big then I imagine he is holding up a flyover now…I hope so.

 

Some of the places names and situations in this blog have been changed and altered.

Johnny Mack – The Diamond Heist Part 1

Here is Johnny’s third blog post to London Boy Followers and it’s a cracking read at that ! !Johnny talks of a £2.5 Million pound diamond heist, that took place rite at the beginning of his criminal career at the tender age of just 14 years old. Here we go…….

Hi Guys

Before I write my next instalment to my weekly personal blogs here at London Boy, I would like to just add a piece on our trademark, marketing campaign…Thank you all for your comments and feedback on my two previous postings. I was very humbled by some of your opinions and just want you to know that I am very gratefull that you took the time to contact me. For those of you that have been following the progress on the making of London Boy, then you would of noticed that we are spreading our wings.

London Boy merchandise T-shirt example of our logo upon a clothing garment

The silhouette of the gangster image that is displayed on two of my books is my own trademark. For some time now I have wanted to use it in other ways other than just my books. So I have been waiting on the right opportunity to come along where it could be used for to it’s full potential. Now that my work is now being transformed into script for a major feature film, that wait is now over. As most of you have seen, we have been showing examples of what the logo/trademark would look like on certain merchandise/memorabilia garments such as shirts, ties, t-shirts etc. Products that look like those above. The response and feedback from you guys has been absolutely amazing and now our design team, headed by David Gwilym, is working flat out to make this project happen. But as I’ve mentioned, it’s you guys and your invaluable feedback, without which we would not have a clue what would be the best and most suitable design for our trademark and logo. What might look good for me, may not look right to you; so doing this type of real-time survey via our facebook  page, is the right option to ensure we get this right, for you guys, the and followers and fans.

So a BIG THANKS from all of us at the London Boy offices !!!

The Diamond Heist Part 1

Diamonds from the Heist

Diamond Heist London Boy gangster Johnny Mack L carried out at just fourteen years old

Just imagine having a small sack of diamonds put in your hand, worth at today’s prices a cool tune of £2.5 million? Just imagine the thoughts that would come into your mind? As an adult it’s accepted that you would the common sence of the value of what you had in your hand. As an adult you would instantly know what you could buy with such a large amount of money. If you were stupid, ugly and alone you could blow the lot on extravagant stuff,like a top of the range sports car or three. Along with a fucking huge mansion with a lift installed taking you up to eight marbled floored en-suite bedrooms fitted with gold taps. Having that money would attract a model type girlfriend, who tells you that she loves you so much that she needs gold credit cards just so she can buy nice clothes to look good for you. And let’s not forget her top of the range sports car; yours wouldn’t work for her because they are not pink in colour. Or, on the other hand you’re a shrewd bastard who could make that sort of money earn you a greater fortune, because you know the in’s and out’s of money investment. Yeah great, it’s a nice thought but what’s the point with imagining all these scenarios I hear you say?

Well I’ll tell you shall I? Because these scenarios have been going through my head since the age of fourteen. so I have one more scenario for you to consider, what if, what I have just said at the beginning of all of this happened to a 14 year old kid? Yes a big bag of diamonds obtained (nicked) by Tony Hudson who was just a kid himself handed the bag of diamonds to an even younger kid (Me) to get rid of through my contacts within the criminal fraternity.

At that time I was active as a criminal by being taken under the wings of some of the most infamous gangsters of South London. Because of my age they had me running around dropping off the odd parcel or two amongst other things, but never anything such as armed robberies that would come later in life. At the time of the diamond heist there were only two people I could of taken the stones to. They were respected in the criminal society and even though I was just a kid they would never of ripped me off. When Tony handed me the stones the two trusted gangsters were not around to handle such a massive bit of business. One of them was in HMP Parkhurst doing a ten stretch and the other was in the States working a car-ringing racket. I knew the one in the nick was no good to me and the other I had no idea on how to contact him. I did try by asking his family, but because of the nature of his business abroad he had gone to ground. With his gangster credibility his going to ground meant he was off the radar, no one could find him.

Because of the situation with not having the right people to take the stones to and Tony being in need to unload them pretty quickly, I found myself in a right predicament. There was a snake of a geezer called Eugene Maloney (Brother of Frank, who managed the boxer Lennox lewis who is now a woman, long story). Eugene was the type to sell his soul if he had one.but more about him later. I knew a geezer called Gordon Bone, he was about 28 years of age and had a few connections within the criminal fraternity. These associations with the gangsters came about by way of him being a roadside mechanic. He would repair their Jaguars and Bentleys and also do a bit of ringing (sell stolen cars etc.) for them.  because of my love for cars I had worked with him in the past repairing them. Also on the odd occasion I’d help him steal a few cars to order for the car ringing operation.  He would also hang out with me on weekends driving one of the posh cars he was repairing and passing it off as his own when we would pull a couple of birds.

When I think back to those days, what was a 28 year old man hanging around with a 14 year old kid? It wasn’t as if he was a nonce because he was heterosexual and anyway I would of killed the bastard if he tried to cop for me. No, it was because he was useless when it came to pulling a bird, where I, being a market trader, as well as being everything else I was up to had plenty of chat up lines. So that was the connection with him and it was him I introduced Tony to in the hope he could help in the shifting of the stones.

Our first meeting with Boney (Gordon’s nickname) went something like a scene out of a comedy show. When Tony produced the stones to Boney we were sitting in his living room. He took one out of the bag (which contained around 200 uncut stones and examined it, as if he knew what he was doing. I still remember the look on the face of Tony as this prick tried to look impressive. Tony was dealing with stones everyday now and so knew how to identify a stone as there was a technique to it. The next thing that happened should of made us grab the stones and fuck right off out of there. But as I have mentioned we were only kids and our hopes of a big pay day over ruled the stupidity of Boney. He takes the stone, accompanied with a lump hammer and goes into the kitchen. Now the next scene if seen on TV would have you rolling around the floor with laughter. Boney placed the stone on the edge of his stainless steal sink top unit, until and without warning and with us standing behind him, he smashes the fuck out of where Boney placed the stone. Ping, pong and ping that fucking stone bounced off every wall in that kitchen, including the ceiling. Tony cries out “What the fuck is he doing?” Boney manages to find the stone again and repeats his demolition job of his kitchen. Only this time he could not find the fucking thing, it ended with all three of us on our hands and knees searching to no avail. The kitchen unit totally destroyed with water pissing out from the feed pipe to the faucet. After that episode Boney managed to persuade us to let him to take the rest of the stones to a face called little legs. Only Boney and I went to the meeting, which was at this geezer’s house. he looked like the typical Arthur Daley dressed in his Crombie overcoat, forties style hat and brogue shoes. He wore prescription sunglasses and when he got excited about something he would he would put his forefinger and thumb to his forehead and say repeatedly “Oh my Gawd, Oh my Gawd”. When he saw what we had he must of said those words a hundred times. It was arranged that we would make a meet with some would be buyers. The meet was to be at the back of a mini-cab office, which was a front for organised crime. We were told to bring all the stones with us. We now regret that was something we should never have done, but Bogey had influenced us by bullshitting us. At this Time Tony was pretty safe because the stones had not yet been noticed as missing.

We had packed the stones into matchboxes, I’m not sure how many there were, but I’d say around 8-10 boxes filled to the brim. They were put in the trunk of Boney’s car while we drove to the cab office. The next scene would also bring tears to your eyes if you were watching it on a comedy show. On arrival Boney goes to the trunk of the car to retrieve the matchboxes. On doing so he dropped one of the boxes splitting it wide open and the stones were strewn all over the busy road. This was around 9pm and it was wintertime, the only light came from the street lights and car headlights. There we were dodging cars, trucks and buses while we searched for one stone, you couldn’t make this stuff up even if you wanted to. Eventually we gave up on the missing stone, I still think today that Boney had pocketed it. When we entered the office we were ushered into the back room only to be confronted by a very dangerous gangster. I had seen this geezer a few times whilst running errands for the firm I worked for. But he didn’t recognise me, probably because I was just another kid.

Because this is such a blinding story, I want you all to hear it in full and the only way I am able to do that is to tell it in two parts. Part two and the conclusion of the diamond heist will be told next week. So if you have enjoyed this part I can assure you the rest is one hell of a roller coaster ride, especially for two young kids being involved with a mentally retarded scumbag. So tune in for next week’s episode, you wont regret it !

Until then take care and be lucky.

Johnny

London crime book about a hitman by Johnny Mack

Memoirs of a Hitman. The murderous story of a lone hitman caught up in London’s gangland while it feuds with each other. Another great book by Johnny Mack