But of course I do leave. Not for long though. Just long enough to tell me mates that I'm back in town and the law can't touch me - as usual.

And I carefully listen to what jobs they've been pulling.

Then I go see Smiffy.

But I won't tell him nuffin' until he beats it out of me. Then I tell him who nicked what, and where it's stashed.

And I get to spend the night wiv 'im as my reward. Plus some dosh of course, straight from the Met's own snout fund.

Then I go back to listening to me mates, then back to Smiffy, and so on.

It's a nice little earner.

I guess I win again!