This is how it should be done. The rotund chap is Alfie Cole, a drinking partner of my brother and regular in the pubs round my way when I was a nipper. He used to work on the door of the local sit down chinky and chinned a few I know for taking liberties while enjoying an egg foo young. The fight was held in the field behind where my other brother now lives. Alfie was supposed to lose the fight but what the other blokes backers didn't know was that Alfies drink had been spiked with speed by a local loon.
