Senior crime, now - it's the future. Know what I mean, my Saga chums? Lock, stock and two mugs of steaming cocoa. See - the way I sees it is this. First off, right, well, we don't exactly need so much anyway, do we? I mean - it ain't gotta last us a bleedin' lifetime, has it? Ha, ha! So - second, if you thinks about it, yeh can't really go wrong, can yeh? Either yeh succeed - knock over a bank , say - and it's all sweet - Spain, sangria and Sky Sports. Or - you get caught, but then you're gonna end up with her maj. paying yer rent, doing yer laundry, cooking yer meals, looking after yer teeth... and you get a bit of company thrown in... bleedin hell, you can even do an open University course an all. I tells yeh - it's better than living on your own in your 60s with no heating, innit? (You even get a new sex life...of sorts). There just ain't a down side, is there?
Then...and yer gonna like this, I tell yeh... there's the film rights. I mean - it don't matter if you pull it off or get collared - the story of 'Ocean's 60' will make a stonking film. Miramax are weeing themselves already and I ain't just gone and met that Ray Winstone down the dogs - Raymundo is well up for the lead. Sweet.
So. You in or what, eh?
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