Little Tom didn’t think of himself as a d**g dealer. He preferred to be called The Man. Tom was a big fat bloke who liked to wear muscle gym sweats and was often seen sporting a thick brown powerlifters’ belt. He had never been near a gym or a deadlift in his life but no one would ever dare to mention that in his presence. The belt came in handy sometimes. He used it as a ‘starter’. Whenever any of his boys were slow or did not make their collections on time he used the belt to smack them over the head or the face. If the unlucky recipient wasn’t watching Little Tom carefully enough, the belt would swish and sometimes the buckle would meet the eye. More than one of Tom’s boys had ended up in the A&E department of the local hospital. They entered covered in blood and departed with only one
