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Alan makes a compelling case here, I think.

'One yank, gone!'

'In a way, thankyou, Uncle Dennis, for stabbing him to death.'

His face when Terry Norton, who '30 years ago crawled out of the maggot-ridden cesspit that is the east end of London', asks him if he wants to get sucked into the world of nightclub owners who get garrotted, is an old favourite of mine.