Oh John, if only you could have seen out your days pretending you were a country squire while ineptly shooting at pheasants with a handgun … He wasn’t the smartest brother, nor even the best at killing people, but I always had a soft spot for the hot-headed John with his empty bravado, big “We’re the Peaky fucking Blinders” speeches and not-so-deeply buried pain. Let’s all take a deep breath and raise a glass to John Shelby.
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