The Referendum.
Posted: 08 Mar 2016, 22:16
The Referendum. A Jaundiced view.
As a street gang the ‘Troys’ appeared rather benign. No shell trousers, shaven heads (other than natural) or tattoos, all dressed in neat suits, designer ties and with their shirts tucked into their trousers they looked the image of proprietary and respectability. The leader, known by his initials ‘D C’ liked to look tough by stretching his stiff upper lip over his teeth. Something he had learnt in the school playground. They had come to prominence after they had joined up with a smaller gang known as the ‘Lobs’, a name derived from the fact that they tended to jettison any promises they make. The aptly named ‘Niko’, the leader of the Lobs, blew it early on by mugging the younger gang members of their university beer money. The Troys number two, ‘Osse’, an ex-builder, rose to the task of mending the roofs on the tenement blocks. The idea was relatively simple; he would get the tenants to pay for the repairs by grabbing their money before they received it. On the surface all was going well. The down town big boys were quite happy with the situation as long as they didn’t interfere with the numbers game at the banks or start talking about equality for the plebs.
Things rumbled on until the next dividend share out. A large proportion of the Troys weren’t content with selling the family silver they wanted the complete caboodle. D C started to make rash promises that he would have another look at it after he had done a bit of arm twisting with Jonnie Foreigner. Meanwhile the local opposition, the ‘Combi’ gang from across the tracks, had elected a new leader. A 1960s throw back with a ban the bomb style beard. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had tried to do a fashion make over; D C had planted a number of sleeper agents who would do the old ‘et tu, Brute’ bit at the drop of a Telegraph.
It was at this moment it all turned pear shaped. The native cunning of Jonnie Foreigner outmanoeuvred D C but with typical politeness always referred to him by his full title ‘Monsieur D C A Moron.’ The ‘Grabbit’ faction, now supported by big ‘Boro’, started to turn nasty, making a big issue against any new street gang sneaking into the area especially those who weren’t born here. The fact that they had been encouraged to come for their cheapo labour was OK as long as they didn’t stop. This sneaky bunch were re-enforced by another bunch who are pleading they are being hard done to. Just because Troys buddies across the pond had reduced their cities to rubble and supported nasty extremist to murder them isn’t a valid enough reason for them to be here. The Troys; split down the middle with both sides calling each other names and pulling faces are trying their best to convince the Plebs they know what they are taking about. Meanwhile, Ossie, still on the roof, throwing down the odd toffee to keep them quiet is really after the gang leaders job. Short of any real plan, the best fall back position is to rely on their pamphleteers to blame it all on the Combi gang.
Slightly confusing but that’s how it is.
That should have upset most people!
As a street gang the ‘Troys’ appeared rather benign. No shell trousers, shaven heads (other than natural) or tattoos, all dressed in neat suits, designer ties and with their shirts tucked into their trousers they looked the image of proprietary and respectability. The leader, known by his initials ‘D C’ liked to look tough by stretching his stiff upper lip over his teeth. Something he had learnt in the school playground. They had come to prominence after they had joined up with a smaller gang known as the ‘Lobs’, a name derived from the fact that they tended to jettison any promises they make. The aptly named ‘Niko’, the leader of the Lobs, blew it early on by mugging the younger gang members of their university beer money. The Troys number two, ‘Osse’, an ex-builder, rose to the task of mending the roofs on the tenement blocks. The idea was relatively simple; he would get the tenants to pay for the repairs by grabbing their money before they received it. On the surface all was going well. The down town big boys were quite happy with the situation as long as they didn’t interfere with the numbers game at the banks or start talking about equality for the plebs.
Things rumbled on until the next dividend share out. A large proportion of the Troys weren’t content with selling the family silver they wanted the complete caboodle. D C started to make rash promises that he would have another look at it after he had done a bit of arm twisting with Jonnie Foreigner. Meanwhile the local opposition, the ‘Combi’ gang from across the tracks, had elected a new leader. A 1960s throw back with a ban the bomb style beard. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had tried to do a fashion make over; D C had planted a number of sleeper agents who would do the old ‘et tu, Brute’ bit at the drop of a Telegraph.
It was at this moment it all turned pear shaped. The native cunning of Jonnie Foreigner outmanoeuvred D C but with typical politeness always referred to him by his full title ‘Monsieur D C A Moron.’ The ‘Grabbit’ faction, now supported by big ‘Boro’, started to turn nasty, making a big issue against any new street gang sneaking into the area especially those who weren’t born here. The fact that they had been encouraged to come for their cheapo labour was OK as long as they didn’t stop. This sneaky bunch were re-enforced by another bunch who are pleading they are being hard done to. Just because Troys buddies across the pond had reduced their cities to rubble and supported nasty extremist to murder them isn’t a valid enough reason for them to be here. The Troys; split down the middle with both sides calling each other names and pulling faces are trying their best to convince the Plebs they know what they are taking about. Meanwhile, Ossie, still on the roof, throwing down the odd toffee to keep them quiet is really after the gang leaders job. Short of any real plan, the best fall back position is to rely on their pamphleteers to blame it all on the Combi gang.
Slightly confusing but that’s how it is.
That should have upset most people!