Monday 8th of September 1980.

9 days into a 90 day crime spree. 1980.

Nine days into a 90-day crime spree, Mickey and Jimmy were on the run.

Across four robberies that had stolen a total of 1500 pounds, 8,200 pounds today, only to squander

at all on booze, birds and boogying, as if these lame losers were criminal kingpins.

Being cowardly halfwits, who were incapable of committing a single crime unless they were half-cut.

With no plan, no preparation, no disguise, and being drunk.

Two seemingly simple thefts had ended in a brutal double murder and an attempted murder.

O into Mickey being a sadistic psychopath.

They were as lazy as they were stupid.

So far, every crime that committed and every victim that attacked was a neighbor in the community

that grown up in.

Until the last victim, Seppy, the sub-postmaster, had made it clear that he knew Mickey's name, leaving his

fingerprints on a card, a bullet at the scene of the crime, and his name on the victim's

tongue.

Having survived, the police now had Mickey's details.

Fearing his arrest, their pal John Hamilton had fled.

Jimmy, as always, would minimize his involvement in either the murder or the attempted murder and alongside Mickey who wasn't the brightest

they didn't flee the country. In fact they barely left the county, having sped 7.5 miles east to Romford in Essex.

Split three ways, the five hundred and sixty pounds that swiped from Seby's Till was spent within four days.

On Friday the 12th of September 1980 being typically cowardly

that evening after a few pints they burgled an unoccupied carpet shop on South Street, stealing just 29 pounds.

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