"He ran into my knife". I guess you have to word it that way in England so you don't get into trouble. In Texas it's, "Fuck yes I shot him, twelve times!"
These are my people and are also known as Irish Travelers. Sometimes we're our own worst enemies.
The deceased is clearly a fuckwit and the world is better off for his death but his killer is a dead man. Irish gypsies never forget.
Pikies. The bane of Cricklewood and my life in Camden town.