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@General_Lucifer
Coathanger joe was a proper gent.
He was on the board of directors, but he had this really weird habit.
He spoke to the staff.
not just 'morning', but actual conversations.
Using peoples names.
Names he'd bothered to remember.
He had diabetes 1, but didn't go on about it.
He liked a laugh, good food, good wine.
Sometimes an ice cream van would pull up outside the factory.
He'd actually join the queue and buy a cornet.
One time, Kray was on the way back from the ice cream van as Coathanger Joe patiently queued.
Kray was rubbing ice cream all over his face, getting it eveywhere but his mouth.
"erm, Kray? Why are you doing that?"
"Because I fucking love ice cream."
"Fair enough."
He once saw Jock doing a crossword.
"Hello there jock! Got any words I can help you with?"
"Yeah, alright. 3 across. Seven letters, begins with 'S'. The clue is 'a large fish'."
"Hmm... Salmon? No that's six... let me think about it.."
He comes back an hour later.
"Ah! Jock! I think I've got your answer! Is it Sea Bass?"
"No. We've already got it."
"Have you? Well done! What was the answer?"
"A Special."
Joe walked off, shaking his head.
The good life caught up with Coathanger Joe.
The diabetes got him, and they had to amputate both his legs. That didn't save him, but I doubt if he would have liked a wheelchair. Wouldn't have matched those snappy suits.
How come shit like that always happens to the good guys?