I read this story today, about 20 odd years ago I met this fella and his sun, I was doing the booze runs with a friend, we were going every week across to Calais, our regular stop was east enders, which david west senior and junior ran, they were both a pair of soapy wrong'uns, the son used to have a pistol and often fired it at containers.
even back then I knew the old guy had money, but if you saw him you'd think he was a tramp. but when you look at the business's senior had, he must have been worth millions, probably why junior stabbed him to death, he wanted daddies money
I reckon the life story would make a half decent brit flick tho........
