This is a private investigation - not a public inquiry! I visited the Norse Shoe Bar and was assaulted badly by a neds. The gumby came up behind me as I asked politely for a seat. As I turned around with the seat the gumby knuckled me on my spine with a screw driver. The neds of the inter-city rent mob were there @ the top right hand corner of the bar. I just had to eyeball the worthless neds and he started to greet! The duty manager & the boss both realised what was really going on that spring day of 2011. It seems the inter-city rent mob were then paid by the jin jin. It was no fault of the Norse Shoe Pub that the inter-city rent mob turned up to attempt to torture me. They failed completely.

'Reservoir Dogs' was colours - just call me Number 9.

In the days of the cavemen, women didn't have a look in! Their job was to look after the wains;
feed the cavemen once they kornered and killed the biggest deer for the nine wains. But the women were
cool; they communicated by whispers (please refer to 'Dawn Rising buy Stephen Anderson). Then the cavemen
said, 'Woola woola, let's shag!'