Frame Frane

 

So, what’s happening in the Cardiff underworld Ken?”

“My life is in danger. I have been the ‘Caws Mawr’ in Welsh Television for a long time but other people are challenging for my crown and due to my advancing age and lack of height, I fear that I might be disposed of and might end up as just another body in the old East Dock.”

Terry Heston exhales deeply and exclaims aloud the old and often used Cardiff epithet

 "For fuck’s sake”

Frane and Heston did not see Youdes and Burrows as they walked past the stained-glass windows of the Packet but Youdes and Burrows most definitely saw them and got up without a nod or a frown and slid out the front door and followed them. 

“Best we keep a civil tongue in our heads Terry. We don’t want to end up as extras on Pobol y Cwm”

“I have made enemies gentlemen. On every film set and period piece that I have acted on I have had an altercation with somebody. Sometimes it has got physical and violent”

Terry Heston is on the mobile to one of Cardiff City’s soul crew of the 1980s. Big Malachi Moreno, Irish Maltese from Splott. Got his own gym and still working on the physique. The scourge of the terraces from the eighties and early nineties was getting paid. When muscle turns to fat you need your creature comforts to delude you into thinking that you have still got it.

“Where does he live in Cardiff?”

“I can’t give you that information”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know”

“Bullshit, Malachi what do you reckon?”