We run outside and we’re getting into the car. We can see people pulling their curtains over. Everybody knew what was going on, nobody wanted to get involved; good job. But then we see these two unmarked cars at the end of the street. We’re in a dead end and these two cars are blocking off the road. It’s the fucking peelers, Tommy says to me. To this day I don’t know if it was or not but he immediately comes up with this idea, it was insane. Tie me to the roof of the car, he says to me. You have got to be fucking kidding me, I says to him, what in the name of a mad idea is that, I says. Tie me to the fucking roof of the car, he says to me, and I’m not about to argue with him when he’s like this. I run inside and I’m looking through all these kitchen cupboards trying to find a piece of rope but I can’t find any so as I run out the back and I tear the fucking washing line down and I rush out the front and Tommy’s lying on the roof rack of the car with a chatsby in his hand. Tie me down, he says to me. And make it fucking tight.

All the time the cars at the end of the road are just crouching there. There are people in them but they’re just crouching there, watching us. The whole place is silent, is eerie. They’re waiting for back-up, Tommy says: fucking move it.

I tie him to the roof rack and then he says to me, drive step on the fucking gas: let’s go. I head off down the road full tilt toward these cars and I can see the faces inside them, just staring at us in disbelief. They’re trying to unlock the doors. Trying to get themselves out in time. And Tommy’s just firing away. The windows are popping and people are screaming and we go sailing through and I ram one of the cars out the way and I can hear Tommy shouting up above, I think he’s been hit but I keep on driving. We’re charging up the main road at this point with this maniac tied to the fucking roof and that’s when I realise: he’s singing. The fucker is actually singing to himself while tied to the roof of the car. And he’s singing Como, lay your head upon my pillow, hold your warm and tender body close to mine, all the good stuff. Nobody will ever forget it. Tears were rolling down my face. I’m getting choked up now just thinking about it. He’s out to seduce the pants off the world, I says to myself.