Cosa Nostra - from the Opera "Chipshop & Bob"

This is the "family" as they're known in Downtown Cardiff. an unlikely bunch of hoodlums but all of them are deadly in their own way.

Some of you will recognise me of course - I'm El Padrone and people run away when they see me because they know I'm not really square and I don't go around in circles (like the others) and I take the piss out of Bernard Cornwell and his comic book heroes who are always falling down to their knees and crying then remembering their home in the town of Abertridwr and the vows that they made to theit fathers in the Vale Of Trawsfynnydd and the honour that they won in the battle of Gorseinon and it goes on like this for ever and ever......

Amen.

More Background Information

How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?