You'd starve to death before you finished confessing.
"And then there was the time the lad went down the flight of steps... sorry for that"
"Then the time I unleashed hell on an innocent stranger for lying about foreign, made-up, Sunderland fans... sorry for that"
"Page three hundred and twenty... there was the time... father? You still there? hello..."
Busted mate

I just had a brief run down and quit when I hit 3 figures.
I still feel sorry for the Spurs fan I clouted when my mate said we were being followed to the tube station.
As the poor kid hit the deck I could hear Steve shouting, "No not them .......... them!"
