Can't see an RIP thread for Mad Frank Fraser so I'll oblige with my fave story about him, in an old John McVicar book I read years ago. I almost remember it word for word:
When Frankie got hold of a grass his modus operandi was to take a shit on a plate, smother it in ketchup and then say "You're a no-good fucking grass but we feed you. That's it put plenty of ketchup on".
Then he'd fuck them up the arse.
RIP Frank.
When Frankie got hold of a grass his modus operandi was to take a shit on a plate, smother it in ketchup and then say "You're a no-good fucking grass but we feed you. That's it put plenty of ketchup on".
Then he'd fuck them up the arse.
RIP Frank.
