In the Nick of Time

<em>Jeffrey Archer and Ronnie Biggs have been introduced in prison</em>

I am an old krug, wiping

the drivel from my lips. I will not have

served my time idly: I will make it

up with my bookmaker. When I was

on the run, I won medals.

They wrote quick fiction with my

name on it. Eh? I'm an old con

artist. I was number one with the

sex pistols. They came to my court.

My wife was flagrant, mate:

as cool as a coconut. I put the

swagger in swag. Reach for the star.

My brain hasn't a cell left in it:

other way round with you. Oh

stands the pub clock at ten to three?

And is there curry still for tea?