We can’t stop here – this is batshit country.
Zelvis made a lot of enemies during his time in Ireland. His murder in a warehouse this week simply proves the value of the rag trade and how our second-hand cast-offs are actually worth taking a life to some.
Not mine – I stuff the bags with oily rags, lone shoes and heavily soiled bed linen. They call me Elliott Mess, because my shit is untouchable. Take that, Eastern European crime syndicates.