If your 'old school' happens to be Eton or Harrow, perhaps.
Just because people take drugs doesn't necessarily mean they admire violent behaviour, or indeed see something honorable in the 'old school' criminal code.
I say that as somebody who reads books and watches documentaries about these things, so I can totally understand the fascination. I can also understand the sense of admiration for old-time gangsters - they were often (and still are in some cases) at the centre of their communities, resolving disputes in benign fashion, keeping an eye on ol' Doris, et-cetera.
Still, at the end of the day they're mostly (at least the high-profile cases) psychopaths and / or sadists.
While they're often fascinating because of this and other aspects of their respective characters, it's difficult for many people to harbour any kind of unbridled admiration for them, and it can seem a bit strange that they're afforded such disproportionate levels of respect for what usually amounted to pursuit of personal gains and nothing more.
"Shaggin' him up the arse" is not old school values because last time I checked that's called buggery and/or rape and makes you a NONCE. Old school values= no nonces no exceptions.
Hurting genitals is not old school values either because it's too close to noncery.
I'd prefer not to have violence but that's an impossible dream.
I rarely read true life crime but frequently read true life "misery memoirs" ; one "The Boy No-one Loved" by Casey Watson out last year, features a heroin dealer who forces a client to get her five-year-old son to go down the stairs from his room, gives him £1 and some dry bread and makes him suck him off. He was never prosecuted as there was insufficient evidence. One came out this week called Another Forgotten Child by Cathy Glass, and an eight year old whose mother is in her forties and has been an addict for 25-30 years sells her body. The girl goes for a dental check-up and gets upset, then tells her foster carer it was a flashback to "one of the people who give Mummy her Big H" putting his "man bits" in her mouth, probably when she was 6. He was also not prosecuted though police were informed and the details recorded by children's social care.
The old school types I speak of would have had access to the information on these excuses for a man (all the way up to and including full child protection files) through bent police and other corrupt professionals/officials all the way to the highest level. They would have found out exactly what the evidence was, and probably used it to exercise serious violence. Being made to eat human shit off the floor while the boss and his frontline supervisors laugh away at you? Well, if you think you're getting away with filling a five year old child's mouth with your man goo, why not... AT A MINIMUM. For sure he'd never be able to sell another bag of brown in his life in ANY major city due to the networking between London, Liverpool, MCR, Nottz, Brizzle etc. "old families".
Those who remain still do have official connections. They still use information gained that way to bash nonces, but now there are less of them and more scum cunts who ARE nonces involved in other scenes.
One man put it to me three years ago,a "ten-kilo man" or intermediate sectional controller known for his aggression and married to an IRA-linked armed robbery specialist who ditched her first husband when he got a 14, that "I get people what they need... autos and semi autos, not fuckin' reconverted- they're paramilitaries, not fuckin' kiddie BB engineering workshops over in Ireland...grenades, semtex, 10 blocks, keys, pounds, and sometimes below that, pure P, fake licenses that pass police stops, a 20 grand car for 4 grand, a monkey phone for a fuckin' ton, help getting to north Cyprus if things are on top, but there's two things we NEVER deal in. Human flesh or kiddie porn."
That's what I mean about the new-school. They're not hard enough on nonces. They don't always know who they are because they don't have the same sort of contacts the previous lot had (the leaders of the "commission" in each city grew up with the boys who'd go on to be chief supers and commissioners, favours of all kinds done, information being of the essence. They were nice middle class people sitting together and laws like the data protection act and sub judice didn't mean fucking shit when they were in the right mansion or VIP lounge, or even in warehouses loading up copies of papers, man some people had whole safes just for confidential files- on intelligence and grasses and all that. It's not just that they don't always know bent coppers, when they are growing up dirt poor at 13 and never have anything in common with the police socially, they don't know people in the legit business world to keep the protective film over your fronts, the grey fixers between white and black, bankers and accountants who won't pull a suspicious activity report or who'll tip you off before they do, the best briefs, the whole range of respectable helpers you need to keep a business running smoothly and profitably without getting one to your head or staring at four walls in the fucking Dispersal.
They are just less refined and civilised and don't know how to keep their heads cool when it's necessary. I prescribe them half a bottle of cinquecentenaire with some of my mogs and phenobarbies, maybe a joint too, then they might not be so disposed to pulling a piece over what fucking area's someone's from. The old school way, you bring heads together and then compartmentalize, and if two faces feel entitled to a job or charge of a zone they have it off with no weapons- a straightener- and both men respect the result or else. In most cases you avoid having sectional shit in the first place, so what I said intersectionality (meaning you bring the streets together united by their oppression by class, race, upbringing, mental health issues and the forces of reactionary BS) is superior to inter-sectionality (stanz vs rads in nottingham, northend L4/5/6 vs southend L8/25/36 in liverpool, chapeltown v gipton in leeds) so you don't get fixated like the new schoolers do on running one particular frontline one year then the next someone got greedy, an Audi and hot birds aren't enough for them anymore, they want the Lambo and the place in Marbella and models on their arm, so they pull an incursion and there's no level of organisation above them to decide things honourably. incursions lead to bullets flying lead to dead 11 year olds and people boxed off for natural, all over some shit.
No UK crew has ever copied "Mainframe Jose" Santacruz Londono and downloaded the entire counter-narcotic database on their IBM supercomputer in order to find out 100% of top secret info on undercover agents, though; a whole lotta men got their heads blown to pieces by FARC guerillas and a whole lotta good ching got sniffed as it should instead of burning in t'incinerator thanks to that!
That's what my schedule 2's up schedule 1's down meant: sch 2 (controlled drugs, class A's) are the proper job of a gangster, not schedule 1 offences (sexual shit.)