Elvis The Pelvis

One sunny day in the People Gardens my brother Sylvester decided to live dangerously and filled a burst rubber football with water, and squirted it over a neighbour, who was sporting his flash suit.
His name was Christy Cullen and he was one of the few who worked in the area, unlike the wasters or ‘corner boys’, who used hold up the corners all day long doing nothing. ‘Christo’ liked to flash his cash and dress up to the nines on his day off, wearing his gold watch and lots of rings on his fingers.
He worked in the abattoir opposite the Cattle Market on the North Circular Road as a slaughter man and this was his day off.
He was immaculately dressed in a light blue suit with black velvet piping on the collar and matching black buttons, drain pipe trousers, frilly shirt and obligatory blue suede shoes.
He was a tough nut, a hard man and not one to mess with. He had a dark oily complexion with a determined protruding chin, and a hard look, and his jet-black hair was brylcreamed back with a big quiff on the front and a DA (‘ducks arse’) at the back.
He was an Elvis The Pelvis, Teddy Boy, and was not a bloke to tangle with, unless you had a death wish. I was not connected or involved in this outrage, I was only an observer but I can still see my small brother in the far off distance running like mad for his life, with Elvis going like the pelvis about 100 yards behind. Sylvester told me later that he had escaped by jumping over railings, and hiding in a forest until the enraged ‘Christo’ calmed down and eventually gave up the chase.