'Since Ronnie and Reggie died, all I've heard is a load of bollocks! Reggie shot my cat; Ronnie stabbed my uncle Bert 75 times; Reggie ran over my hamster; I'm Ronnie's son; I'm Reggie's daughter. Gutless maggots spreading rumours with their sham stories for sale. The shameless rats. Well now the twins are gone and I can talk. And let me tell you, I've got a lot to say and all the time in the world to say it. No bollocks. No silly stories. Just facts about the time I spent doing porridge with the Krays.'