944 Quotes by Stephen Richards

I wanted to go in one direction, but my father forced me to follow his direction, and, somehow, he won. In one of these compelling situations, he wanted me to join the police force, but he had previously said that I didn’t have the bastard brains to pass my driving test. What a contradiction of terms?

My father was always suppressing the softer side of my nature; it seemed to have disappeared in the course of those boxing lessons, that’s what boxing did to me. My father took away the real me and replaced all what I could have been by imposing his brutal regime of terror upon me.

I must have had that Bugsy Malone type of face that attracts every fucker to have a go at me.

Like Lenny McLean said, and I agree with him totally, he told me it’s these bastards that hurt the old people and fuck up the young kids, they are the animals and they hardly get any prison sentence for it.

My time as a doorman was quite volatile and bloody, no door registration schemes or training courses could have prepared you for what it was like back then. You didn’t have vanloads of police patrolling up and down the town then, you were lucky if you even seen a couple of bobbies in a car, never mind on foot.

The only kicks and highs people got then were the ones dished out in nightclub fights.

Some people say you should watch a man’s feet to see if he’s ready to swing a punch, I say watch his fucking eyes!

The boy who initiated me into smack, who I will call Tim, was at that time eighteen years old, and came from Castlemilk. His life was a helter-skelter ride of drug-fuelled binges.

I’d only gone and whacked his front teeth out and they’d stuck in my hand, I still have the scar to this very day. A few weeks later, I got banged up for it; he never went to the police until two weeks later. Somebody had put him wise about getting compensation from the Criminal Injuries Board. Anyway, the CPS (Crown Prosecution Service) kicked it in to touch as a ‘no go’ case.