When I was a student, I always worked in all my holidays. No money, see.
For 2 years of holidays, and it was every holiday, because I didn’t go home to my parents house in the vacations, I worked for the landlord that we rented our student house from, a guy called Paul Abrahams.
He was a wide boy, for sure, liked to give the impression he had underworld connections…
but he paid ok and was straight up in his dealings with his employees. We basically renovated his new house purchases, which he then rented out to more students.
I thought he was ok. I even got socialised a bit with him, he invited myself and my then girlfriend to my first gig – The Human League ( no less ). I went to his house on a few occasions.

Anyway- my buddy Charlie P, who lived with myself and Hartley and Little John ( who actually was a shortarse ), sent this to me ..
This would have pretty much been around the same time we lived in one of his houses …

I found another report, which was far more graphic about what he had done.
Well now he’s in prison, in his late 60’s and a convicted child rapist… well, his life for the next 12 years at least, isn’t going to be worth living.

Good.