Move over Ray Winstone, Danny Dwyer or any actor for that matter who wants to portray yet another British bad boy character in some fantasy film and let us introduce you to a taste of the real thing: barrow boy, biker, football hooligan, bare-knuckle fighter, bouncer, bodyguard and ex-con are just a few of the real life roles London born Dave Knight has 'lived' in his forty-one years of life.
Crowd-pleaser
It was only a few months ago that we first caught sight of big Dave in his respectable uniformed position keeping crowds of people held up by the London riots, under control; as roads remained cordoned off we were unable to do much except watch the man in action for a few hours. The girls (young and old) were loving his confident cheeky patter and reassuring smiles and winks and we couldn't help thinking what a great character he would make in a film. We got chatting to him and asked him if he'd ever considered doing something slightly more theatrical?
Stab Wounds and Chelsea Smiles
David developed his cheeky banter from the age of fourteen working for his 'local legend' dad on the fruit and veg market stalls of South London. Having recently turned the tables on those who bullied him at school, he refined his tough reputation by becoming a notorious Chelsea football fan at seventeen and says he didn't see one match for the first year as he was too busy fighting rival fans (try Googling 'Chelsea Smile' for an example of the infamous hooligans' handiwork.) By his mid-twenties he was running his own High Street greengrocers which required loads of energy and stamina – not least because he was also bedding four of the girls who worked at the bakers next door; he carefully rotated them throughout the week.
Ultimate Bodyguard
David lost his virginity to the mother of a school friend in a scenario straight out of a modern porn fantasy: calling by the house to wait for his buddy and finding himself being sucked off by the predatory mum, and what's more he carried on an affair with her for three years..
We want you to hear the outrageous stories from the mouth of the man himself shortly, but the best of them revolve around the time he spent chauffeuring and guarding the wives of millionaire bankers in London. Spending hours alone with these bored rich women he would inevitably find himself being ordered to 'fuck the shit out of them' in their lonely penthouses while hubby was away – and sometimes their daughters too. The banking crisis and a life-threatening motorcycle crash a few years ago put an end to his bodyguard work and he confesses to now being a faithful hubby, a doting father and a big softie at heart but it looks as though we might just be in time to resurrect the dark side of Dave Knight for a few more moments of glory...
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