by Bill Carson
At the beginning of the book, I asked you to stand on the door shoulder to shoulder with me. In doing so I hope I have been able to pry open the door a little to afford you a peek inside this dark, clandestine, shady world. I hope that I have given you an insight into the type of people who choose to do this thankless job, because that’s the way I see it: thankless, and a job where nobody really gives a fuck about you.
To stand and face the utter dregs of society, ready to take on everything that these creatures can throw at you, night after night, is tough and it eventually takes its toll on you, no matter how strong you think you are. And given time it will damage you if you let it, so recognise the signs and go and do something else instead before it’s too late. Thankfully I have now found a gentler path to follow. It’s ironic though, to think that it was these very experiences that led me to the literary path.
***
I used to find it very difficult to walk away when confronted or challenged. However, my mind-set has now become somewhat more enlightened and I feel that there is no further need for me to prove myself. This way of thinking takes real strength of character, and I’m still trying hard to come to terms with the concept. It’s difficult to seek another direction once you have trodden the ‘warrior path’ so to speak. Clichéd I know, but you catch my drift.
I have come to conclusion that to use violence as a last resort in defending oneself or in the defence of others is perfectly justifiable: anything else, however, would not be considered so. There are some karate masters, for example, whose skills have been honed to the highest levels attainable and if they were to be attacked they would only use their knowledge at the point of death, their abilities being so dangerous that, just like the deadly Japanese sword carried by the ancient samurai, they must remain sheathed. The consequences of not doing so are too terrible to comprehend.
The bouncer world became a cold, dark little realm for me, and one that in the end I was glad to leave. And I think I left just in time.
THE END
Author bio
www.billcarsonbooks.com
My first step on the rung of the literary ladder came in the form of this autobiography, which was first published in paperback in 2005. I enjoyed the writing experience so much that soon after its publication, I enrolled in an Open University fiction writing course, which, to my pleasure and amazement, I passed.
I have now written several books covering various subjects. My two crime novels, Necessary Evils and its sequel Nemesis, are my best work to date and have received some excellent reviews.
Crime fiction is something that I am passionate about. I now consider myself first and foremost to be a crime fiction writer. I am currently writing Never Say Die, which will be the third in the series.
Bill Carson
Glossary
Adam and Eve = believe
Acker Bilk = milk
bacon and eggs = legs
bat and wickets = tickets
battle cruiser = boozer = pub
biscuits and cheese = knees
bonce = top of the head
bottle = courage
bricks and mortar = daughter
brown bread= dead
butchers = butcher’s hook = look
china plate = mate
cream-crackered = knackered
custard pie = eye
dicky bird = word
Donald Duck= luck
four by two = Jew
Fourth of July = tie
ginger ale = jail
ginger beer = queer
Gregory Peck = neck
half inch = pinch = steal
horse and cart = fart
Jack = Jack Jones = alone
Kane and Able = table
Lady Godiva = fiver
loaf of bread = head
mince pies = eyes
mud hut = gut
Nuremburg trials = piles
Pete Tong = wrong
plates of meat = feet
pork pies = lies
rabbit and pork = talk
Roman candles = sandals
rub a dub = pub
Scotch peg = leg
septic tank = yank
sky rocket = pocket
syrup of fig = wig
tea leaf = thief
Uncle Ned = bed
Vera Lynn = gin
On your uppers = the soles on your shoes have worn away
leaving only the upper part exposed = devoid of cash
wallies = idiots
what’s the SP? (SP = the starting prices at a race course) = what’s going on?