Overview: Jockster Casey liked to think of himself as a bit of a wide boy. In reality, he was a relic of a bygone era of gangsters and ganglands. But the folk in his local - ‘The Bloody Stool’ - just let him get on with it, and he would regale his tales of the Docker Gang and the dirty deeds they used to get up to, to anyone who would listen. But Jockster was prone to a touch of exaggeration...what harm could an old man’s lies do? You’d be surprised.