"Andy McNab - Immediate Action" - читать интересную книгу автора (McNab Andy)

Because my mum and dad were working hard, I had a lot of freedom.

I repaid them by being a complete shit.

My mum had broken her leg and was sitting in the front room one night
watching Peyton Place. She said, "Don't eat the last orange, Andy, I'm
going to have it for my dinner later on."

I knew she couldn't get up and hit me, so I picked it up and started
peeling it, throwing the peel out of the window. My mum went ApeShit,
but I ate the orange in front of her, then ran out of the house when my
father appeared. I slipped on the orange peel and broke my wrist.

After school, and sometimes instead of school, we used to go thieving in
places like Dulwich Village and Penge, areas that we reckoned deserved
to be robbed.

We'd saunter past people sitting on park benches, grab their handbags,
and do a runner. Or they'd be leaving their cars unattended for a
minute or two while they bought their children an ice cream; we'd lean
through the window and help ourselves to their belongings. If a p car
was hired or had a foreign plate, we'd always know there was stuff in
the boot. And as we learned, they were easy enough to break into.

In school lunch breaks we often used to take our school blazers off and
hide them in holdalls so no one could identify us when we stole. We
thought we were dead clever. The fact that ours was the only
comprehensive school in the whole area didn't really occur to us.

Then we'd go around looking for things to steal. We got into a car one
day, took a load of letters, and discovered that they contained checks.
We were convinced that we'd cracked it. None of us had the intelligence
to realize that we couldn't do anything with them.

We broke into a camping shop one night in Forest Hill. There were three
of us, and we got in through the flat roof. Again, we didn't really
know what we wanted.

It was one of the places where you could go and buy swimming ribbons to
put on your trunks. So the priority was to get a few of those and all
become gold-medal swimmers. After that we didn't know what to do, so
one of us took a shit in the frying pan in the little camping mock-up
that they had as a window display.

At the age of fourteen I was starting to get all hormonal and trying to
impress the girls that I was clean and hygienic. You could buy five
pairs of socks for a quid in Peckham market, but they were all
outrageous colors like yellow and mauve. I made sure that everybody saw
I was wearing a different color every day. I also started to have a
shower every night down at Goose Green swimming baths. It cost five