The Kray twins were Britain’s most notorious gangsters and mama’s boys. “They loved their mum Violet,” said the man in the second-hand furniture shop where I picked up a copy of their memoir, which was dedicated to their mother and opened with a poem by Ronnie:
Mum you are like a rose.
When God picked you, you were the best mum
he could have chose.
You kept us warm when it was cold
With your arms around us you did fold.
For us you sold your rings of gold.
When you died, I like a baby cried.
When I think of you it is with pride,
So go to sleep mum I know that you are tired.
Our Story, Reg and Ron Kray, with Fred Dinenage, Pan Books, 1988