For me, it was a very long time ago. My mate Bugsy and I had hours of fun racing through the streets of Willesden, hammering on people’s doors and running away. Last night there was an extremely loud party in the next street that was still loud at 2am. I couldn’t be bothered to get up, go out and complain because I’d thought of a much better idea. I knew which house it was so, at 7.30 this morning, I bashed on their door, then rang on their bell over and over again. Then just for good measure, did both at the same time. Then once I heard someone coming, I legged it. This was Knock Down Ginger Extreme. Bugsy would have been proud.
