Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Local heroes

When I was six or seven I went up to London with my father in his car

issue 23 June 2007

When I was six or seven I went up to London with my father in his car. As we passed through Whitechapel in the East End, he pointed out a pub called the Blind Beggar. ‘That’s where Ronald Kray shot George Cornell,’ he said. There was an element of something approaching pride in his voice, as if the grim-looking pub set back from the road was a significant cultural landmark of which I ought to take note.

I did take note (I was an obedient and faithful child), and later, when I became a reader, I tried to find out everything I could about Ron and Reg and their criminal ‘firm’. This wasn’t difficult because, on the back of the insatiable public interest in the Krays, virtually every member of their gang turned their hand to literature afterwards and published a memoir. I developed an unhealthy taste for these paperbacks and have read the lot.

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