Stop The Ride, I Want To Get Off: The Autobiography of Dave Courtney - Softcover

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Dave Courtney was born and lives in South London. He has recorded a record with Tricky and took his own movie, Hell to Pay, to the Cannes Film Festival.

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Dave Courtney... On sunbeds, and that film: 'I pushed through the swing-doors and saw him lying there, toasting himself with those stupid little goggles on. I banged the lid of the bed down on him and then whacked him, hard, four or five times. The perspex behind his head shattered. And if that little incident sounds familiar to you it's because they later used it in the film Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels with Vinnie Jones playing me.'

On running security for Ronnie Kray's funeral: 'I arranged a meeting with the Old Bill and at this meeting were some of the most senior officers of the Met: Superintendents and Chiefs.
"We have men with firearms, Mr Courtney." I said, "So have I. They just don't have certificates for them."'

On gangsters: 'It comes natural. If you act tough, you're not. If you act like a villain, you're not. If you're someone trying to be something, you're not it. You don't have to try. You don't have to act. And if you do put on an act, and if you do it with me, I'll see right through you like a fucking X-ray.'

On guns: 'Only carry the weapon you're prepared to do the time for, is my philosophy, and I never wanted to get banged up for simply carrying something.'

On being shot: 'What does a bullet feel like? Forget about all these things in films. A bullet is round, not sharp; it doesn't cut the skin, it just hits and bends it in as much as possible until the sheer force breaks it through. It feels like a big fucking hammer, and that's the God's honest truth, and I know 'cos I've been hit by both.'

On boxing: 'He was standing on the stones in the centre of this circle of about 150 spectators. He was wearing a boxer's bollock-guard, tracksuit bottoms, a sports vest, oil all over his upper body and he'd only gone and shaved his head. Talk about being well fucking prepared. He looked drugged up as well, stood there growling like a grizzly bear with piles. At this point I must admit, in all honesty, I suddenly felt a burning desire to return some library books which were long overdue.'