I remember reading a story about Reg Gutteridge in a book about the Krays.
He was at a boxing function (naturally), hosted by the Krays, and they were entertaining a recently-retired Sonny Liston. Liston wasn't in particuarly good spirits that evening - in fact, a bit of a mood. He spent the evening at the same table as Gutteridge, someone he hadn't previously met, and occasionally muttering obscenities and calling Gutteridge honky', which Gutteridge just ignored.
His mood continued all evening, and the sniping carried on all night from Liston.
After a few drinks, Gutteridge has had enough. He walks round to Liston and sits down next to him and picks up a steak knife and starts waving it in front of him. "Hey, Liston - you think you're the great boxing champion. You think you're so great. You think you're a hard man? Well, I bet you can't do THIS..."
With that, Gutteridge takes his steak knife and stabs it straight into his thigh.
Liston immediately goes as white as a sheet, and stares incredulously at what he has just done. "Wha...?" He can't believe it.
Unbeknownst to him, Gutteridge lost a leg after he trod on a landmine, and had a cork one fitted.
After that, they became great friends, and every time Liston saw him, he'd ask him to repeat that stunt for other bemused friends.
I remember reading a story about Reg Gutteridge in a book about the Krays.
He was at a boxing function (naturally), hosted by the Krays, and they were entertaining a recently-retired Sonny Liston. Liston wasn't in particuarly good spirits that evening - in fact, a bit of a mood. He spent the evening at the same table as Gutteridge, someone he hadn't previously met, and occasionally muttering obscenities and calling Gutteridge honky', which Gutteridge just ignored.
His mood continued all evening, and the sniping carried on all night from Liston.
After a few drinks, Gutteridge has had enough. He walks round to Liston and sits down next to him and picks up a steak knife and starts waving it in front of him. "Hey, Liston - you think you're the great boxing champion. You think you're so great. You think you're a hard man? Well, I bet you can't do THIS..."
With that, Gutteridge takes his steak knife and stabs it straight into his thigh.
Liston immediately goes as white as a sheet, and stares incredulously at what he has just done. "Wha...?" He can't believe it.
Unbeknownst to him, Gutteridge lost a leg after he trod on a landmine, and had a cork one fitted.
After that, they became great friends, and every time Liston saw him, he'd ask him to repeat that stunt for other bemused friends.
Christ almighty I knew you would have to tell a bullshit story.
RIP Reg
Is that THE Fred Dineage? How in God's name did he end up doing a book about the Krays?
Is that THE Fred Dineage? How in God's name did he end up doing a book about the Krays?
oh the memories, kent walton, mick mcmanusAlso, for those of a certain age, he was a cousin of Jackie Pallo - the youngsters will have to ask who he was.